I stand two feet in a deep, dark grave, moonlight caressing the dirt beneath my feet. Trees rattle with animosity, their branches pushing me. I feel weakness in my legs, and I can no longer stand, guarded by the shapeless silhouettes coming at me from the dark. The weight of the ground suddenly becomes too heavy. Voices of the dead rise out of the earth, luring me in. I fall deeper into the coffin, whispers growing loud in my ears. A strip of moonlight disappearing before the graveyard dirt wipes away the last of the night sky. The twelve cloaked shapes surround my grave, and they laugh as they peer down at me. They laugh as if they had finally gotten me where they wanted.
Then, out of nowhere, a bright light illuminates my grave, and Derek grabs my hand and pulls me out, leaving the graveyard dirt where it belongs, two feet below. He drags us through the unlit cemetery grounds until I realize that something is wrong. When I turn to look at his face, it changes to that of the Butcher, and I gasp, falling to my knees. I manage to stand up and run hard, but he somehow catches me, as do the twelve and the dead, crawling out from behind the tombstones. I spin out of focus and finally black out.
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Beware & Behold
AdventureBeneath the roots of weeping willows, The dead lie shackled in their graves, Above the tombstones their voices bellow, Shattered glass of long forgotten days. When the Gate closes and Derek vanishes into the Portal instead of a demon, the doctors ar...
