Deimos

While visiting the graves if your parents, a ghastly fog envelopes the cemetery. Local tales tell of a midnight creature that’s cursed to crave human companionship while his body demands human flesh to survive. You didn’t believe the stories and mourned for hours at their headstones. You ended up falling asleep there in the grass and only woke up when the grounds keeper shook you awake to go home. The cemetery was completely covered by the fog now, so dense, you could barely see fifty feet in front of you. Before I made it back in my car, the whispers of the dead echoed through the air, and a silhouette came into view.