John Matthews never made it out of his shallow grave, weeks later the grounds keeper of the cemetery came across his resting ground. The keeper seen the arm sticking out of the earth, but he did not report it, he did not help at all. He shrugged it off as some teenage prank, and continued on his way. To this day the decaying arm of John Matthews still dangles over his grave, the bones forever reaching out to the sky, begging for air, begging for its escape.
No such pleasure will ever come for John, only the smiling man who put him there.