The night of the blood sky, the night where the murdered dead take revenge on their killer, it happens once in five century. It was a night of horror; the shrieks, the cries and the stench of decay. People were adviced to stay away from the streets.
Maxwell was a very curious, he wanted a firsthand experience.
Around 12am in the morning, he sneaked out from the house with his camera, bent on taking shots of the vengeful ghosts. A brave one he was, despite of the scary sounds he still walked in the dark armed with nothing but his torch. Heading straight for the towns cemetery, he turned on his camera, as he approached the gates, he heard someone call his name, for the first time time, he felt the cold grip of fear, and almost immediately his legs carried him in a frantic run, he ran and hid behind a garbage bin. Panting for air, he wished he stayed home, before he knew it, he started levitating upside down, as he was struggling and shouting he saw it, scary it was. "Welcome my son, we've been waiting for you " the ghost said
He passed out.