Through the darkened shadows of despair, a shrill cry pierces the night. A crackle, as of bones being moved, then, unearthly silence. The air, damp and chill, sends shivers across your spine. Death hangs oppressively about the area. I can feel it, taste it. It hungers for my soul. A low groan escapes from the ground beneath my feet. Something nearby rustles and moves. There is a glimmer of light. It glows eerily in the near-total darkness. With one last heave, the corpse rises from the earth to stand before me. Its head swivels on its rotting neck. Its mouth agape in the faint mockery of a smile, it waits. My dry lips curl in amusement. The curl becomes a slow smile...