Sedentary.
Silent souls frozen in a cemetery.
But wait.
Something awakes.
Sometimes it's shadow fades.
Eerie crimson eyes glowing in a sinister face.
What is its name?
Cloaked in black it has razor-like spines across its back.
It's a crimson stained creature with an urge to taunt.
I'm afraid it might be a nightgaunt.

It creeps from tomb to crumbling tomb.
A whisper soft, a whispered doom.
Instilling dread in slumber deep.
As silent souls begin to weep.

A cold sweat trickles down my spine.
Will...