Moonlight lay like a silver quilt over the stillness of the graveyard. It was six minutes past three in the morning, when the crickets went quiet.

The air grew a few degrees colder, and even the wispy gusts of the summer night dissipated.

Below many somber feet of loose soil, inside the moderately expensive coffin, the corpse shuddered and then grew taut. In death, he was born again... a creature...