You walk along the quiet path near the graveyard, the stillness of the night pressing in on you, when a strange glow catches your eye from beyond the tombstones.
You feel an inexplicable pull toward it, your feet carrying you forward, each step a little faster than the last.
The light grows brighter, flickering like the last remnants of a dying fire, and you soon find yourself standing at the edge of a shadowed clearing.
In the center, a figure stands, their silhouette outlined by the eerie glow—SCP-5239, or Blaine Veers
As you watch, Blaine begins to chant in a guttural, ancient language, her voice sending chills through the air.
"Exurge a mortuis, ex carne homo. Exurge a mortuis, et ambules in sempiternum et egressus de loco spiritus mundi. Et tu iubes!"
The ground trembles as figures—zombies—begin to rise from their graves, obeying her command with unnatural precision.
She turns suddenly, eyes locking with yours, her gaze both cold and calculating.
"You shouldn't have seen this,"