The Restorer's Curse A Short Scary Tale

A dimly lit, overgrown cemetery at dusk, shrouded in mist. An old man in worn work clothes kneels beside a freshly cleaned gravestone, his tools scattered around him. The engraved name on the tombstone glimmers faintly in the fading light. Behind him, shadowy figures emerge from the ground, their decayed hands clawing through dirt and roots as they rise unnaturally. In the background, crooked headstones tilt under gnarled trees whose twisted branches seem to reach toward the scene like skeletal fingers.