In the shadows of the night, under pale moon light, a lone preacher walks the hallowed earth of a church cemetery towards five graves. As the light of the moon begins to shine upon them our reverend begins to read from his beloved bible. He hears light sounds or cracking. Feeling as if its just small creatures on twigs he continues. Further and further he reads and the sounds grow louder and louder the sound of snapping twigs now sounds like breaking wood. As he reaches the final line he utters the word “AMEN’ as hands reach from the earth before his eyes the damned have returned from the depths of hell they were sent.
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