The cemetery was deserted; except for those who were stuck lying in rot beneath the ground.
Fog swirled about searching for another victim in which to ensnare in its web of vapor. Condensation settled on each blade of grass as flowers and trinkets were scattered about, left behind to decorate the cement slabs in which identified the decomposing carcasses’ new home.
There was not a living, breathing thing in sight. Nothing stirred except for the faint whistling of leaves wafting in the light breeze sweeping among the trees in which guard the dead. A shadow lurked amongst these as if waiting for something to transpire. The still night atmosphere abruptly shattered as church bells toll signifying the start of the witching hour.
The once stagnant shadow swiftly moved out into the open exposing itself to the frankness of the moonlight, transforming into the shape of a man. The figure raised up its arms as a hollow voice reverberated the air seeming to come from nowhere, yet everywhere.
'Rise my children.' It beckoned. 'Come to me.'
The once immobile and lifeless bodies became reanimated as they tried breaking through the surface of the partly frozen ground. Previously dead and lifeless hands broke through one after one; arm after arm clawing at the previously stagnant night air, which now crackled with a malevolent energy.
'Come to me.'
Its inhuman command swirled amongst the soulless corpses.
'Come to me.'
The vile creature, to which this voice belonged to, was whispered amongst the wind, ensnaring the organisms freeing themselves from their cold, dirty confines. The grass crinckled and crunched as the awakened carcasses learned how to move once more, loosening the tautness of their rigor mortised limbs.
'Follow me my children. Let us feed.'
The hollow voice spoke once more instructing its minions.
There was a loud collected hiss as the beings fled, at an otherworldly speed, gliding malignly behind their master in search of prey; leaving the cemetery to its formerly desolate existence.