In the dark moonless nights, when the fog creeps through the fields and streets of my town with its spooky hug, they leave the deepest of their graves, with their frayed shrouds, the most horrifying scares looking for the unfortunate walkers to give them that icy embrace from beyond the grave. The cemetery vaults crack and hellish screams are heard in the region, uttered by those souls in sorrow that were caught by grim reaper in mortal sin and as...