The only problem was this one had been buried for a 100 years, so what the hell was ringing that bell? I cautiously approached the grave, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear the faint sound of a voice, calling for help from beneath the ground. I peered down the open grave, and saw nothing but darkness. I could feel a chill run through my body as I heard the voice again, pleading for help.
I quickly ran to the nearest phone and called the police. They arrived shortly after, and descended into the grave with flashlights. I watched as they shone their lights around, but still found nothing. Then, suddenly, one of the officers screamed and stumbled back. He pointed to a corner of the grave, and there, in the darkness, were two glowing eyes.
The police quickly arrested the figure, and as they brought it up to the surface, I could see it was a woman. She was pale and gaunt, and her clothes were tattered and torn. As they took her away, I heard her whisper one word: “Vengeance.”
I shivered as I watched the woman being taken away. I had no idea what had just happened, or who she was, but one thing was for sure: I would never forget the sound of that grave bell ringing.
