The restless dead lay in their coffins, unable to rise. They could not return to the long repose of death, staring up at the darkness of their coffin lids like a sleepless night that never ends. They called to one another, but the dirt muffled everything except the sound of footsteps from mourners above leaving flowers or stones upon their graves.
They were waiting for something, but even they did not know what. They lay caught between life and death, with only the memories of their misspent lives for company.
Someday, the necromancer would remember where he dropped that crystal.

“St. Nahi’s Is An 18th-century Church And Graveyard in Dundrum” by infomatique is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.

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