The ground bubbled and shook where the soil had been freshly laid. Borborygmic ripples tugged at the earth, boiling below her feet and knocking her to the floor.
She scrambled towards the gate, but the ripples had spread out from one grave and through the whole cemetery.
Skeletal limbs and half-rotted flesh broke the soil and turf. She wished she’d never started. It had been a stupid idea to go out there all alone to test her powers.
Grandma had told her it would help, but the batty old woman was halfway out of her mind anyway. Why had she listened to her? It was dangerous to meddle with the dead. It was even more dangerous to meddle with their souls.
She screamed and took off down the lines of graves, conscious of the gargled moans that bled from their dust dry lips caked in mud. They scratched and clawed towards her, reaching the graveyard gate before she had time to escape.
Maggot filled eyes stared down at her. Bony fingers snatched at her clothes, ripping and tearing the fabric.
There was no way to escape.
She tried to force them all back, using her powers and concentrating but nothing seemed to work. Instead, more joined them, undead eyes rolling in their heads as their half-decomposed tongues gurgled disgusting words of hatred and death.
She scrambled back, her spine colliding with the steel of the graveyard railings. The metal was too high to climb. She would never get out.
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