The grave robbers began their new dig in a grave in Hanson Cemetery. They would get a pretty price for another corpse from the medical college that never could get enough dead bodies to dissect and study.
The moon was faint that night. The air was warm. The ground they began digging into was soft. They joked and talked about how they would spend the doctor’s pay for the fresh dead body. They talked about women at a bar they frequented they yearned to seduce. And they talked about all the money they had made plying their ghoulish trade.
When they dug deeper, they saw a coffin with a large crucifix lock on it. They busted the crucifix lock with their shovels and twisted what remained of it to open the coffin. In shock they drew back when the corpse inside it rose up, smiled an evil smile, and bared large fangs.
Horrified, they tried to scramble out of the open grave but fell back into it. The corpse transformed into a living vampire, laughed like a madman, and sunk its fangs into the neck of one of the grave robbers. The other grave robber grabbed his shovel and raised it over his head, but as if paralyzed, froze unable to strike the vampire with it. After the vampire killed the first grave robber, it seized the second frozen one, drained all his blood killing him, and flew out of the grave. Reborn and renewed, he vanished into a dark night of many blood feasting opportunities.
Bob Boyd
