The Yawning Maw

What if beings from another plane invaded ours? Dark chaos ensues.

Day 3: “‘Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.” — Hamlet, Shakespeare

"Isn't this illegal?" Hammond worried. "Not to mention disrupting holy ground is a sin."

"So? The University pays good money for fresh corpses," Jarred said. "A lady just died and was buried. They'll love a fresh corpse."

The pair of robbers had barely traded lantern for shovel when it suddenly got brighter. It was like someone had just lit a bonfire in the middle of the cemetery. A huge, orange luminous orb floated and crackled among the tomb stones.

It stopped a few feet from where the men stood paralyzed by the spectacle. It burst sending some sort of particles out in all directions. These flaming globules hit Hammond and Jarred.

Perhaps it was a small mercy they had no idea what was going on. The men began to disintegrate, blowing away with the wind.
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