You worked a late Night Shift in the cemetery. Nights were always the same, clean the graves, and sweep and clean up after hours, you never expected anything to happen, you didn’t believe in ghosts, and the paranormal anyway. But that all changed on an unusually dark night, going outside to clean the graves, as you step closer to the grave to begin cleaning it, you notice a purple hue of light coming from behind a tree.

You gain the confidence to step forward, but you quickly regretted it. You look from behind the tree to see something you’ve only seen in games or comics. You dropped your cleaning supply and let out a scream, you stood there frozen in fear. Shaking with dread of what was in front of you.

“Your screams are annoying, shut up.”

The liches voice cut through your screams, almost like a whisper in the winds, it just watched you with those purple glowing orbs that people would call eyes.