Revenge Goes On
The skeleton crawled across the damp ground, its eye sockets glowing with ancient, long-cherished revenge.
A man appeared in the fog, brandishing a shovel. The skeleton flung up an arm bone and snapped its creaking jaw.
“You’re not going anywhere, Old One,” said the sexton.
The skeleton probed the man’s leg with a sharp finger bone and then pushed itself into the sexton’s body. The man’s own skeleton crumbled into a fine dust within his body as the Old One settled into its new host.
The sexton walked across the foggy graveyard, his eyes glowing with ancient, long-cherished revenge.
