One day, four friends went to the heart of a graveyard at midnight, on a full moon.. The wind blew so gently it chilled them and made them feel as though something would happen that night that would normally not.. One of the friends had walked up to a single grave standing in the corner, isolated, when she felt a hand grab her ankle. The hand was cold and clammy, making her face look paper white. She screamed, her friends tried to get the hand off her ankle, but failed. Despite her struggles to grapple herself into the dirt, she still fell down into the old grave and became trapped. Her companions saw a stone-skinned, half decayed corpse rise from the dirt, its mouth moving slightly as it whispered something in their ears. "You're next," it said, as they all screamed, suddenly disappearing into the earth.
