Something, in broad daylight came from the earth itself. From an old and weathered tombstone something clawed its way from the bowels of the old soil, soil that was never meant to be disturbed again. The thing's twisted and malformed hand thrust through the dirt and soon another followed. What could this thing have been"

Blood trickled from the earth, coming up and spreading outwards from the new holes in the ground, something else followed it, the rest of the body would lurch back to life and it's scaled. Dead flesh come to life and empty eye sockets that see everything. The wings of the thing spread out, tattered and battle worn. Something has returned, what could it be?

The vile and decomposed beast sees nothing, hears nothing. With a shriek that makes the other corpses in the yard twitch, even the ancient dead, and their ghosts recoil from this horrid sound that would defy the cosmic balance. Those wings of decay spread wide and with a mighty thrust the beast soars into the cold, sun filled sky. Its shadow causes trees to turn black and die from the inside out, the stench of death makes it no secret.

All that is left behind is a blood filled hole in the ground, with an ancient and blood covered stone to bear witness to the horrible thing that was once here.