Snow fell softly over the graveyard, gently coming to rest on hand-carved headstones. I walked among them, reading the names. Nightmares came from these graves when the sun vanished from the horizon.
The family crypt stood at the far end of this graveyard of horrors. The stone bit into my cheek as I pressed against the door. My sister had been laid to rest here a year ago, but I, her brother, had made good on my vow to visit her daily. 326Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8DVfHgqR0A
Trying the door handle, as I did every day, revealed something new. It was unlocked. I turned it, and opened the heavy stone door. I saw the family coffins. My parents, grandparents, every sibling I'd ever had, all at rest in mahogany boxes. Except my sister. As I crept over to her coffin, I saw that it was open and filled with a man. I leaned over him when I heard the door shut and lock, trapping me in this tomb. 326Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFoKqI0tL8H
Night would fall soon. Anyone in the cemetery at night would take one of the dead's place. 326Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmXUD52qgNa
My sister was out there. Alive. And I had to get to her. No matter the cost.
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