Stealthily, Joe entered Roses Graveyard as he carelessly  wanted in to see his lovely grammy Rachel. He brought poppies and roses but while he was placing the flowers, behind him was a figure just standing there. Joe said, “sir one step further and I’ll call the cops”  but it was still, it did not move this time its head tilted…

“Was this thing my grammy”?

Suddenly,  it stamped its foot and in a blink eye Joe was under ground…

“How will I get out of here…” Joe whispered.