- You have to check the entire cemetery every hour. Nothing hard. Ryder said to Rubble who was supposed to be the night watchman at the cemetery
He led him to a small tool booth with a steel wardrobe in the corner.He opened the cupboard to reveal the shotgun.
- That's in case the grave thieves show up.
Night fell.
Rubble was sitting in the booth reading a book when it was time to check the grounds.
As he was walking he heard a scratching sound ... from one of the graves.
The mound of earth collapsed down, Rubble went to the hole, saw the coffin moving, he aimed his flashlight at the other end of the coffin, saw a hole that looked like a tunnel entrance, and from it two long, gray, bony, clawed hands were pulling the coffin.
He ran to the booth and locked himself inside with the bolt.
He peered through the little window.
An unnaturally tall, thin figure stood ten paces in front of the booth, hands touched the ground and seemed to have additional joints, the figure moved towards the booth.
Rubble opened a cupboard and pulled out a gun and took aim.
As the creature began hitting the door, it fired, a fist-sized hole appeared in the door, and a guttural scream rang out.
He carefully opened the door and looked out, nothing was waiting for him.
He ran to the car and drove away, and as he did he looked in the rearview mirror.
Creature stood between the graves on all fours and the empty eye sockets stared at the departing vehicle.
One year later
- What happened after these grave robbers raided the cemetery? Asked Rubble.
He told everyone that he was attacked by grave thieves, scared them off with a shotgun and ran away.
- Strange things ... Ryder said ... A network of tunnels was found under the cemetery. The entrance was at the foot of a hill in a ditch. Hundreds of bones were found in the large hall, all of them with tooth marks. Some bones were a hundred years old and some were several months old. The tunnels seemed to be dug by hand ... But it wasn't all the strangest ... there was a stain of something black in front of the booth. Were it not for the fact that the droplets of this something led deeper into the cemetery, he would have thought it was oil. I collected some into a jar and sent it to my cousin working in research labs. They determined it was blood, but the DNA sequence didn't match anything they'd ever seen. But whatever it was, it wasn't human.