It's fantasy, phoaks!**BG**

Wraithlike tendrils began to wisp around her face; in a paralyzing terror, she looked back to see movement from every grave, see-through figures of the long ago dead, rising up, all of them looking at her, moaning at her, reaching for her, holding her, rooted to the earth, even as they'd been buried in it. She willed herself to turn and run, but it was too late.....