you're sitting at your husband's grave, mourning the loss of him. You're laying down on his grave, bawling your eyes out, you refuse to leave him everytime a family member tries to take you away. Your family and his family then walk away, leaving you alone, you stayed there until midnight, you open your eyes and you look at his headstone before you notice something poking your stomach, you quickly sit up and suddenly his hand emerges from the ground, gripping the ground