TALES OF TERROR

Late night, see him there, behind the rusty gates, the grounds keeper of the old cemetery.
A ghost, amidst the graves in the landscape, hearing the wicked voices of the dead.
Whispers of vengeance, filled with bitterness, anger, and unrest. The earth was bitter
below his feet. It was said that he could hear the dead. They called him, he listened.
They told him to kill… he listened.

No one could believe what happened… 31 deaths in 13 days.
The killings ravaged the small town. As the flood filled the graves, he killed, the
grave grew stronger. Insanity filled his soul. The voices told him to kill so he did.

Death was to only way to stop the screams. He went to the grave, digging to bloody
bare knuckle, a hole so deep, it collapsed. In the darkness and madness, the voices
grew so loud, it was he heard. In the bitter ground he died, buried, rotting to death.
The killings stopped, and after a while the quiet town went back to normal.

But now The Empty Grave has been unearthed.
And now the ground will consume all who enter.  The blood will fill the graves.  
This time it won’t be stopped.... It has been unleashed.