As the trio of officers tore at the planks, they soon became acutely aware that più than just three lone people were working to get the body out- there was a fourth force, and this force was coming from the undersurface of the floor, where only the supposed corpse lay.
When they should have been seeing simply a hodge podge of gruesome pieces of an elderly man, they instead saw something far worse. They saw the stuff of nightmares as a zombie of sorts comprised of the shredded pieces jumped out at the men and quickly snapped their necks and threw them to the side- for they weren't his intended...

TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL te say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell te the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me giorno and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He...