The mist crept into the cemetary silently and slowly

coiling and covering the decrepate earth in a dense

blanket of white swaying this way and that

obscuring grave after grave til nothing of the dead

could be seen but the tops of markers

peeking just above the thick veil

like drowning people struggling to catch that last gasp of air

before their bodies give out

Beneath that damp cold earth the mist did creep

below the stillness and the silence finding corpses

resting peacefully

and there the thick white haze did settle

to unsettle the rest of the unsuspecting dead

and nestling in their withered husks

a nesting place was made to lay the seeds of dread

and in their graves would be birthed horrors and terrors

whose first birth cry

would be a shrieking howling scream so terrible

that consecrated earth would sour like spoiled milk

become unholy

and bleed…..