Dead and Gone
Boris flung a shovel full of dirt to the side and paused, making sure he didn’t hear what he thought he heard.
Few things put a grave robber out of business like being discovered. That was something he’d managed to avoid for twenty years now. Still, he knew everyone’s luck eventually ran out. When the sound didn’t repeat he continued digging.
His shovel struck something and he dropped to his knees to dig. A hand shot out of the ground and grabbed him by the throat, choking off his scream.
His neck snapped as dirt fell from an emerging head.