I write this anonymously out of fear. The trauma of that incident haunts me. I’ve been silent, until now.

I won’t say the name of the cemetery I found myself in one night because I don’t want the curious getting something more than they bargained for.

I was alone, smoking a joint when I saw a man in the distance. Fearing it was a cop I quickly hid behind a headstone.

Peaking out from behind my cover I noticed this man was dragging something. This wasn’t a cop. Now fear of getting caught turned to curiousity.

I followed the man at a distance, hiding in the shadows, careful not to make any noise. I got a little closer and saw the thing he was dragging was the dead body of a woman.

I thought about calling the police, but then they’ll ask questions. Why was I there and at the time I did have a warrant for my arrest on drug charges.

The man lead me to a mausoleum where he pulled the cadaver inside, closing the door. I couldn’t leave. I had to know what was happening in that building.

When I got to the door I smelled what I assume was decay. I was nervous but I opened the door.

Inside the man was naked on top of the corpse he was dragging. He was having sex with it. When he saw me his eyes glowed red and he let out an angry growl. As he reached for an axe I bolted.

I avoid that cemetery. Whatever it is, man or monster, I want nothing to do with it.

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