The Rising

There was a hole in the earth again.  It was like the others, the dirt pushed away like something had pushed it out from beneath.

The villagers were baffled.  More and more graves were now missing their inhabitants.

The sky was growing darker every day it seemed, as if the sun was slowly being eaten up by blackness.

The dead roamed the hills seeking a future that had ended so long ago with their lives.

The earth shook and groaned every now and then, but it kept on turning.