I found notes from a diary of a gravedigger, and there was this haunted story.

December, 1973

A normal work day, for a man who has seen everything;

Until something was awake, I saw a hand coming off of the floor and pulling my foot.

Something\'s wrong, I\'ve been working in this place for over 30 years, I need some fucking help.

When the bell rings, we leave the grave

The gates close, and the dead come to life

Bodies, walking through the fog

Dragging chains across the field

The dead wake up and crawl amongst us, every night, they are real, you must run to survive

Be it disease or curse, they are hungry and they will kill you, them you\'ll serve as a feast

January, 1974

After a month I decided to go back to work, but this time I stayed until midnight

I saw people being eaten alive, I can not live with it, I must take my life, I\'m so sorry

Open the graves

Open the graves

Open the graves

Open the graves

When the bell rings, we leave the grave

The gates close, and the dead come to life

Bodies, walking through the fog

Dragging chains across the field

The dead wake up and crawl amongst us, every night, they are real, you must run to survive

Be it disease or curse, they are hungry and they will kill you, them you\'ll serve as a feast

The dead wake up and crawl amongst us, every night, they are real, you must run to survive

Be it disease or curse, they are hungry and they will kill you, them you\'ll serve as a feast