I got home and told no one of my ordeal. My girlfriend, Lesley asked, “Where were you last night, you never came home from your photo assignment?â€?

“I.. I stopped off at a pub with the guys,â€? I stammered.
“Oh, I was just wondering is all, I’m not the Spanish Inquisition you know,â€? she laughed.
And I laughed too, nervously.

The next few nights were normal. I began to relax and was forgetting what occurred, as much as I was able. The pain in my neck was still aching. There was no scar. How odd I thought.

I went about my usual routine, the memory starting to fade.

I decided, on my own to revisit the graveyard of that horrible night.
I had my new camera with me. This time as potential weapon, I carried an umbrella with a point on the end. I hoped I would not need it for anything other than the rain.

I found the open grave that the pair of grave thieves had dug that night.
The name on the tomb stone startled me.