Benjamin Frank Monologue

It has been ten long, miserable days since the White’s son has past away. The old woman hasn’t spoken a word since the strange visitor came stumbling up to there front door and told them the terrible news. Not even at the giant, new cemetery, around 2 miles from their home, when they buried the corpse of there beloved son, did Mrs. White speak. Just a faint whimper, “H-H-Herb,” for their son Herbert. It's like her poor heart couldn’t take it and shattered like a cracked windshield on a cold day. This made Mr.White dreadfully lonely. Not only has he lost his son, but his wife doesn’t give him any attention anymore. He didn't’ want to upset his dear wife, but tonight he could no longer bear it.

“Mother,” he said calmly, “How long do you tend on ignoring me?”
She looked down depressingly at the very
Suddenly there was a scratchy knock at the door. Shocked from the time, Mr.White dragged his feet back again towards the door.
“Who is it?’’ he called out.
“MMMM MMMMPH,” was the reply he got back. “Is this some kind of jo-” he cut himself off once he opened the door. For the person behind the door was no joke, it was Herbert!!! He look terrifying with palish green skin, rotting flesh, blank eyes and a wide open mouth, all his clothes where torn from the accident and he had missing pieces of limbs.
“AAAAAAAAHHHH!” the old man yelled as he slammed the door.
The old woman came rushing out of her room yelling, “Father, father what’s wrong?” That's when she lost her footing and came tumbling down the stairs. Mr.White ran to his poor wife and scooped her up like a princess. That's when the scratching started up again.
“Who’s that?” she frightfully asked.
“Someone who shouldn’t be alive,” he responded angrily.
“It’s Herbert isn’t it? Isn’t it?!” Her husband wouldn’t answer her.
“Let me