I found notes from a diary of a gravedigger, and there was this haunted story.
December, 1973
A normal work day, for a man who has seen everything;
Until something was awake, I saw a hand coming off of the floor and pulling my foot.
Something's wrong, I've been working in this place for over 30 years, I need some fucking help.
When the bell rings, we leave the grave
The gates close, and the dead come to life
Bodies, walking through the fog
Dragging chains across the field
The dead wake up and crawl amongst us, every night, they are real, you must run to survive
Be it disease or curse, they are hungry and they will kill you, them you'll serve as a feast
January, 1974
After a month I decided to go back to work, but this time I stayed until midnight
I saw people being eaten alive, I can not live with it, I must take my life, I'm so sorry
Open the graves
Open the graves
Open the graves
Open the graves
When the bell rings, we leave the grave
The gates close, and the dead come to life
Bodies, walking through the fog
Dragging chains across the field
The dead wake up and crawl amongst us, every night, they are real, you must run to survive
Be it disease or curse, they are hungry and they will kill you, them you'll serve as a feast
The dead wake up and crawl amongst us, every night, they are real, you must run to survive
Be it disease or curse, they are hungry and they will kill you, them you'll serve as a feast
