All was quiet in the cemetery. The sky clear of clouds. Stars lit up the night sky. The moon high and full. The mist low on the ground. Creating an eerie atmosphere for the cemetery. Then again?Would you expect anything else?
However on this night something strange happened. The earth on one unmarked grave began to rumble and move as a pale bony hand shot out. It was soon followed by another hand just as pale and bony. Like coming out of the waves of an ocean the Dead Man sat up. He took in a great gulp of air through his lungs. The first breath he had taken in almost two hundred years. He reached down into the grave and pulled out his top hat. Shaking the dirt out of his onyx stringy hair he set the hat upon his head. He soon climbed out of his resting place.
Shaking off what dirt and filth he could he kneeled by his grave. A grim smile crossed his face when he saw there was no marking. Ah"So is this why he had come back" Or had someone brought him back" For what purpose was he so rudely disturbed"
Reaching into the putrid earth he soon removed his two trusty friends. Seeing his guns were still intact and still working he holstered them. He stood up in that graveyard. The moon and mist casting a shuddering aura about him. He took in a great gulp of air through his nostrils. Smelling many things at once. Death, alcohol, and the sweat of men and women caught in the throes of passion and lust. So, he wasn't far away from an Inn or saloon was he"
Glancing into the distance he did indeed see the Red Dragon Inn. A dark chuckle escaped his thin lips. Things hadn't changed one bit. Rhy"Din was still as he remembered it the day he died.
He walked out of the graveyard and along the way he found a drunken man stumbling through the alley. Going up behind the man icy bony fingers encircled the man's neck. A quick twist and he had broken the drunk's neck. After tossing the body somewhere that wasn't too surprising he stole the man's bearings. Standing up in the alley the Dead Man began his slow and deliberate walk to the Inn.
People along the way who spotted him quickly retreated into the nearest building around them. Their eyes wide with fright. He could smell their fear on their very flesh. He smiled manically. So, he was still known. He still drove fear into the hearts of those around him. This was going to be good.
The Boogeyman was back boys and girls. Hide under your covers. Hold your loved ones close. For he is coming for you and all that you hold dear.
However on this night something strange happened. The earth on one unmarked grave began to rumble and move as a pale bony hand shot out. It was soon followed by another hand just as pale and bony. Like coming out of the waves of an ocean the Dead Man sat up. He took in a great gulp of air through his lungs. The first breath he had taken in almost two hundred years. He reached down into the grave and pulled out his top hat. Shaking the dirt out of his onyx stringy hair he set the hat upon his head. He soon climbed out of his resting place.
Shaking off what dirt and filth he could he kneeled by his grave. A grim smile crossed his face when he saw there was no marking. Ah"So is this why he had come back" Or had someone brought him back" For what purpose was he so rudely disturbed"
Reaching into the putrid earth he soon removed his two trusty friends. Seeing his guns were still intact and still working he holstered them. He stood up in that graveyard. The moon and mist casting a shuddering aura about him. He took in a great gulp of air through his nostrils. Smelling many things at once. Death, alcohol, and the sweat of men and women caught in the throes of passion and lust. So, he wasn't far away from an Inn or saloon was he"
Glancing into the distance he did indeed see the Red Dragon Inn. A dark chuckle escaped his thin lips. Things hadn't changed one bit. Rhy"Din was still as he remembered it the day he died.
He walked out of the graveyard and along the way he found a drunken man stumbling through the alley. Going up behind the man icy bony fingers encircled the man's neck. A quick twist and he had broken the drunk's neck. After tossing the body somewhere that wasn't too surprising he stole the man's bearings. Standing up in the alley the Dead Man began his slow and deliberate walk to the Inn.
People along the way who spotted him quickly retreated into the nearest building around them. Their eyes wide with fright. He could smell their fear on their very flesh. He smiled manically. So, he was still known. He still drove fear into the hearts of those around him. This was going to be good.
The Boogeyman was back boys and girls. Hide under your covers. Hold your loved ones close. For he is coming for you and all that you hold dear.