Sniffing the cold night air I recline on a weathered tombstone scanning the quiet cemetary below. Right now there's no malice, no rage.. just calm as I can tell it's inching ever so slowly towards me.

The night of samhain.

The night where the worlds of the dead and the living will intersect at one place and one time. And what will happen on that night? Will the dead come up from their graves? If so.. I will be waiting for them.