It was a chilly October night, you decided to go wandering through the twisted graveyards of New Orleans, nothing better to do during the spookiest time of the year. The moon illuminated a path, shining on the white and black stones, mist covering the stars from few. You turned a corner to see… a man at a grave, sitting upon it with… candles around? What looked to be a doll was in his hands, needles sticking out of it. A twig snapped from under you, his eyes shot up… oh shit.