They Told Us On Occassion - They Ate a Little Kid

They ate pieces of themselves to stay alive. That was enough to make the story scary. Then, they lived in the dark basement of an apartment building and much later in back of a mind. It is in the back of a mind where they thrive to this day, never having been forgotten and unable to be clearly remembered. All the result of a group of older kids dragging a group of kindergarten children into the basement of an old building, into darkness on an otherwise bright day.
The things they ate grew back and in this manner they went on, these zombies that existed only in the mind. They were the living dead and hid amongst abandoned water heaters and broken tools amongst dust and dingy rusted out machnes. One might pop out of anywhere down there in the dungeon to snatch the only thing they ate - a kindergarten kid, sometimes. The blood no longer flowed in their bodies or if it did it was powder in their veins, their bodies no longer aged. They never left the basement of the building. The light of day was more than they could stand. This is what the older kids told us that day. And it wasn’t long before we started telling them that we wanted out of there.
I never went back to that place. I didn’t have to, it moved into my mind. They ate parts of their own bodies to survive. That was enough to make them unforgettable. They now had eternal life even as those who took me to the basement have died in my memory as have the other details. There was something down there, something living that was dead. We asked them how they could survive eating themselves like that, since there was no net input of calories, or anything like that. They told us that on occasion they ate a little kid.