Prologue
The night was practically silent in Graves Cemetery on October 31, 2018. Cold and wispy was the wind as it rattled the bare oak trees. Not a living soul was walking the grounds, due to it being half past midnight. The only bodies that were there were the rotting corpses that lay six feet under. That is, until something peculiar happened. A heartbeat, thudding ever so faintly. *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* Sounds the heart as it echoes across the vast void of darkness. Slowly, it seems to grow louder and louder like tribal drums being played during a shaman ritual. Following the rhythm, the wind starts howling and crashes with the bare tree limbs. Shaking the grounds in a manner of which you can only imagine. Suddenly, as fast as a switch, it all goes silent.
