The Graveyard That Eats: A Night in Black Hollow Cemetery

1. The Town of Infinite Knowledge

As the sun was setting, the bus stopped at Black Hollow’s edge. When I asked the driver about the cemetery, he avoided my gaze. He whispered, “Nobody goes that way unless they're very desperate,” and crossed himself. I wish I had listened. There was no GPS information for Black Hollow. When I mentioned the graveyard to them, the locals became quiet and their gaze wandered to the gates leaning against the trees. An old man at the general store sold me a flashlight and a smell-evoking flask, saying it was for my protection, but refused to take my money. He reassured her, “Look at it like a present.” That's my last answer for you. Then I observed the scars on his wrists- they were five thin lines, as if something had pulled him toward the ground.

2. Rules That Are Sealed in Blood

As I pushed open the cemetery gates, they let out a loud cry. Within seconds, the temperature plunged by twenty degrees. Pressing the foot pedal made the tank roll forward, fogging the air with my anxious exhalations. Rules of Black Hollow Cemetery Enter the building only before sunset. Do not respond when addressed by name. Do not interrupt the spiral-marked graves. If you notice digging, immediately run. Seeing the caretaker means the situation is already out of control. The last regulation had been erased and replaced with the word "PRAY" written in blood. The inscriptions on the worn headstones were hard to see because time had rubbed them away. As soon as I switched on my flashlight, I saw a movement, not from an animal, but the soil, moving up and down like a slumbering chest. The soil seemed to be breathing.

I heard it from the oldest mausoleum that night - a noise that echoes in my nightmares even today. The force was strong, like something chewing bone with all its teeth.

3. Welcoming Dining at The Caretaker’s Hospitality

The man suddenly showed up, causing me to nearly scream. He was close by, with a musty smell of soil and formaldehyde in the air from his suit. "Visitor?" he mumbled, although his mouth did not seem to move with the words. We last had one thirty years ago. The smile on his face became so wide that it looked almost impossible, showing his dark gums and something lively behind them. Allow me to introduce you to the area. His touch on my arm did not feel normal - it lacked warmth and was eerily similar to grasping a glove with a whole bunch of worms inside. He guided me to a place with a new grave, still smelling of fresh earth. He murmured under his breath, "This one is quite special." "Still warm." I could not escape his hold, as his fingers grew and tightened, wrapping around my wrist. He gently reminded them not to be rude. Some members of the group are eager to talk to you. At that moment, the ground burst open. Countless skeletal hands shot from the ground with their bones clicking in joy. The skin of the caretaker’s face loosened, sliding right off to expose a grinning skull below. He admitted that we were always hungry as we were being taken to the grave. Your death has already occurred and you are buried.

4.In the soil lies the truth

It was early morning, and I was covered in dirt. My camera was full of strange pictures. An image of me making a spooky face in an underground setting. A person, who I assume was the caretaker, was by my bed as I slept. There is now a headstone for every name included in the memorial. The clerk detected me mumbling about starving ghosts. He nodded and passed me a shovel. “They always return,” he said wearily. Why not go for it yourself instead of letting them do it for you? Graves were scattered all over the cemetery, and the grass looked freshly cut. The spiral on the oldest grave was faintly visible in the moonlight.