Claws in the dirt. Claws in the mud. Claws in the earth. The owner of the rotting, putrid claws, was a demon of horrid complexion. He was digging. He didn\'t need a shovel. His claws tilled the earth far better than the tools of man. He dug deeper and deeper. Earth began to pile up on the sides of the dig site. The monster was getting closer.
He was searching for something in the earth. Buried deep in the dark earth of the cemetery was something the monster wanted. To reach his goal, he dug. The earth was an ugly brown, unlike the native red soils he had been raised in. The soils of his home town were red because of the amount of chemicals dumped into the local canal. When the rains came, the canal would overflow and deposit this unnatural red silt on the earth. The demon had grown near this silt, and had always associated red with the color of soil. This brown, was wrong, and he thought it vocally as he dug.
"Nasty brown earth, makes me want to vomit blood," the bat like creature complained.
He had pointy ears, and ugly wicked fangs. His eyes were a glowing yellow, and his nose was a putrid shaping of flesh placed somewhat symmetrically on his large, odd shaped head. His clothing was jeans and a t-shirt, nothing more. His feet were exposed sausages with long sinister like claws for toenails. His hands at this moment were browner than his already brown skin. They were covered in the dark earth in which he dug.
The claws kept digging. He wanted his prize, and he wanted it now. The rat felt the presence of another, and at this moment he became a shadow. The exposed grave was all that could be seen by whoever had chosen to walk the cemetery by night.
