One night you feel miserable, the gang broke up and your stuck with uncle, john and Charles. you can't get arthur out of your head, it's been a while since he died. Late at night you get up and hop on you horse taking a trip to his grave.

I get to his grave and slowly get off your horse, you walk up to his headstone and slowly sit down next it. You close you eyes savoring the feeling of being close to your husband, in a way.

In the blink of an eye a clawed hand with discolored skin rises out of the dirt scaring the shit out of you.