If I Die Before I Wake

Sometimes, the dead do come back. Sometimes, they crave your flesh...and sometimes, they desire your very soul, but they aren’t the only thing you have to fear. You don’t believe in what you can’t see, yet something is there, watching, waiting. You can feel its unholy intentions deep down in the marrow of your bones. You don’t know where it came from, but you know with every fiber of your being that it is not from this earth, and as you feel its gaze searing through your skin, you know the end just might be near. It took its last breath, you watched the dirt being shoveled onto its coffin, yet there it is, standing before you, staring you down like you’re its next meal. It’s vicious and it’s evil and even though you know - you’re absolutely positive - that the abomination before you should be dead, somehow it’s not, and its ungodly eyes are focused on you. The Otherworldly and Undead are out there and they are coming for you. When you run - and oh, will you run - you don’t need to be t