Dreamed last night that I was walking through a cemetery in the evening. Imagine, Universals 1941 The Wolfman, type vibe to it. And I came across two men, a reporter and a scientist. The reporter was reporting on the fact that three coffins had mysteriously lifted out of the ground. The scientist said he had buried them that way, to rise if they were buried alive, and that he must test their heart beat. It just happened to be that my Great-Grandmother, My Grandmother, and my mother, were the three graves that had lifted. I watched as the scientist put a stethoscope attached to some kind of speaker, and heard the heartbeats sound slow at first, and then go faster and faster. I grew more and more frightened, and expected, from all the horror movies I’d seen, it was going to be something awful. Like Pet Semetary.

The End.