• “Why did I choose to be a gravedigger?” muttered a young man as walked silently to his house at the edge of a graveyard. When he got into his bed at the top of his house, he heard a loud crash coming from the graveyard.
    “Huh? Where did that come from?” he whispered. He went to the edge of his room and took the shotgun from where he had it hung on the wall. As he was walking down the stairs, he heard another crash. Stay calm. It’s probably just a few birds. He thought while he was opening the front door.
    CRACK! “What was that?” he said loudly while staring to run. When he stopped to unlock the gate to the graveyard, he noticed it was already open. He stopped to think for a moment than ran blindly into the graveyard. While running forward, he fell into a grave that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
    Quickly, he jumped out of the grave and read the gravestone. “Danny Andrews,” he read aloud.
    “Yes?” he heard a voice say from behind him. Suddenly he felt a cold blade against his throat. “Die!” The voice shouted as the blade swiftly cut through his throat.