Freddie drove past the cemetery every day on his way to work. Most days he was too busy trying to induce hearing loss through loud music to give it a second glance.

One day he noticed a freshly dug grave. He quickly pushed this to the back of his mind along with the weather forecast, and continued about his day.

Two weeks later the grave still sat empty. It had become more than a curiosity for him, it was bordering on obsession.

Every day as soon as the cemetery came in sight his eyes shot to the open grave.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled in, parked his car, and walked up to the rectangular hole in the ground.

A strange mist appeared, becoming stronger the closer he came to the grave. He stopped a few steps from the open hole. The mist se...

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