Hell-Donncha

The last thing I remember was frantically running in a misty graveyard. A man was running after me. His skin was crimson red and his voice was raspy. He shouted at me “You will not live to see the sun tomorrow boy!” I did not stop to reply. I had heard about this guy before. He dug his way out of his grave and started to eat children. I did not believeĀ that he was real but I do believe now. After a while the man stoppedĀ to catch his breath and when I looked back he was not there…