The Dead Walk Tonight...
It seemed just like any other day for Barbra and Johnny... Today they were going down to their father's grave to pay their respects, leave a wreath and go back home. What they experienced that day however was the start of a horrible night... a night that would stay with them in their minds for as long as they lived.
Barbra got out of her brother's car and waited for Johnny to get out, to walk with her to their father's grave. The scene gave Barbra a very sharp sense of insecurity and fear, thus making her very tense, and irritable. Johnny gets out of his car, and, in a huff, slams the car door shut. Barbra doesn't respond to his sudden outburst of frustration, but rathers stares out into the horizon over the old, moldy, foggy cemetary. Johnny walks over to Barbra and opens his mouth to speak, but hesitates and tries it again. This attempt proving to be successful, he says:
"Dammit, Barbra, why do we have to come all the way out here just to visit the old man's grave? Can't we just send him a postcard?"
"Shut up, Johnny!" Barbra snaps, not considering his dark joke to be the least bit humorous. Johnny decided to continue, however.
"I mean, seriously, couldn't we have buried him somewhere a little closer to our home?"
"He wanted to be buried here, Johnny. Are you going to disregard out father's dying wish, because it happens to be a little inconvenient?"
Johnny gave no reply to Barbra's words. He stomped over to his father's grave and looked down upon it. He seemed to be glowering at it. Barbra walked over beside her brother and decided to crouch down and read the letters written in the stone. Barbra stood up slowly, and looked to her brother.
"He was taken from us too soon, don't you think?"
After a long pause, Johnny exhaled slowly, but loudly, from his nose, and looked at his younger sister with a sympathetic smile.
"Don't worry, Barbra. It'll be fine."
After a few minutes, Johnny developed a sly little smirk on his face. Barbra remembered that grin from her childhood and expected the worst. She knew what was to come from his mouth. She turned around to her brother and with an anxious expression on her face, and asked:
"What? What do you have up your sleeve?"
"Remember how afraid you were of cemetaries when you were a little girl?"
"Please, Johnny, not this again." Barbra pleaded to her brother with a nervous laugh.
"Remember the stories Dad told us? Of the ghouls that walk the night, searching blindly for food? But not just ANY food, oh no... those ravenous beasts wanted HUMAN FLESH!"
"Johnny, I'm not in the mood for this!"
"But, oh, how hungry they are, Barbra! How they love to suppress their biting hunger!"
"Johnny! Stop it!"
"They want you, Barbra! They want to chew the meat clean off your bones!"
"Johnny!"
"They're coming for you, Barbra! Coming to GET you!"
"Johnny! Please!"
"Oh, look! Here comes one of them right now!"
And, sure enough, Barbra could slightly make out the figure of an old man through the fog, stumbling his way around the headstones of the graves.
"Look at how he moves! How he lumbers around!" His insides have probably rotted away!"
The figure then turned his head towards Johnny, and started to walk towards them.
"Johnny! He's an old man, he's probably lost the ability to walk straight! I think he heard you! You're so rude!"
Barbra walked away from Johnny, towards the impending shadow of the old man, and was beginning to apologize for her brother's words. As she got closer to the figure,the fogbegan toreveal more and more of him...
...and then Barbra saw someting that made her wish she could never see another thing in her whole life...