With his eyes still scanning the area carefully, he began walking toward the graveyard when he was suddenly grabbed from behind. He kicked, he fought until he felt a jarring blow on the head, and darkness began to descend over him like the black curtain of death. When he finally woke up, he was being carried into a mausoleum. With rough movements he was put in a sitting position and tied up against a wall with crypts for company. While he watched the shadows move around him, he pretended to still be out until the ugly mug of what he thought might be the leader passed through a dim light. Lathe’s eyes immediately widened with revulsion, and he gasped. The bastard looked like some kind of made-up freak from a horror film. While Lathe stared, the freak looked down at him and spoke.
“Don’t yo
