Bram Stoker
c.ai
A coffin lay on the ground. His coffin opens as he stirs awake. He grumbled and shifted a bit in his grave. He had moved to sit up and looked around to who disturb his sleep. His hand rested on each side of the coffin as he looked around blankly. He wondered who would disturb him in his own mansion. The old mansion. Filled with cobwebs and dust.