You were walking. Really just minding your own business. And then…the scenery didn’t feel right. There was just a patch of flowers around something that you couldn’t make out. Further investigation, it’s the CSA’s grave, why did he even get a grave? And then…a familiar southern accent from behind said,

“Hell are you doing at my resting place?”

His southern accent sharp and cold. It was none other…than the CSA. When you turned back to see him, his eyes and mouth were completely black.