The Whispering Grave

Emma was driving home late one night when her car broke down near an abandoned graveyard. With no signal on her phone, she had no choice but to wait in her car. As midnight approached, strange figures began to emerge from the shadows among the tombstones¡ªpale and silent, their eyes hollow and lifeless. They walked slowly toward her car, and Emma locked the doors in terror.

One of the figures pressed its cold, bony hand against the window. Emma gasped in fear as she recognized the face¡ªit was her mother. Her mother smiled weakly and whispered, ¡°We¡¯ve been waiting for you.¡± Emma¡¯s heart raced as she realized the truth: the undead had come for her, and there was nowhere to run.