Night of the Living Debt

Close your eyes and picture your children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, all alone and scared, in an old, abandoned graveyard. The moon disappears behind one of the gathering storm clouds. Lurching forms begin to emerge from behind tilting gravestones.

A hand emerges from the earth and clutches at one of your children. They all begin screaming and dashing about, desperately seeking safety that does not exist.

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