The worlds of the living and of the deceased join in October's last midnight.

They dance simultaneously in the moonlight, things not visible move into sight.

I strolled past the burial ground as I had always done, this time for the last time.

I glanced to discover a stone crypt buried in vines and elegant red flowers.

Hosted something that was no longer resting.

Its thinned-out skin hardly covered its skull.

Its eye sockets house nothing at all.

It looked at me; it stretched out its jaw.

I struggled to run, but could merely fall.

It sprinted, suddenly went into a spider crawl as it jump for me, clearing the wall.