A blood curdling scream erupted from the coffin. The men carrying the heavy weight on their shoulders exchanged looks of pure terror. Above the chilling screeching the sound of scraping could be heard coming from within the wooden prison. The men held on tighter as it began to shake violently on their shoulders, threatening to unleash the demon within.     

After entering the room they paused momentarily. Members of the congregation stood shakily to their feet. Some appeared to be panicking, eyes darting left and right as if looking for a means of escape. Others stood rooted to the spot and stared straight ahead at an invisible mark on the wall. Anything to avoid the sight of the approaching pallbearers. But they could not ignore the unrelenting howling which had now reached a fevered pitch.     

Slowly the men began to make their way down the aisle towards the front of the room. As if on cue the coffin began to rock sideways on their shoulders. It knocked painfully against their faces and cut into their skin. They grimaced in pain but did not stop moving. Instead they held on tighter while silently pleading for the crazed motion to stop.

They descended up the aisle and those standing closest to the walkway nervously glanced at one another. As the coffin passed the mourners in the back rows, a sense of foreboding washed over them like an invisible blanket. It was cold, threatening and caused the small hairs on the back of their necks to stand on end. The blanket began to envelope the next few rows as the pallbearers passed them, too. Finally the men reached the large wooden doors near the front of the room and disappeared. The moment the door slammed shut, the feeling of uneasiness was lifted.       
                                   
Immediately, everyone remaining in the room breathed a sigh of relief. The worst was over with. Moments later, a white projection screen was lowered from the ceiling at the front of the room. A scene began to play out before their eyes. The coffin being placed into the cremation oven. The flames licking at it.
                   
Suddenly, the lights began to flicker. The picture on the screen went fuzzy. The noise reverberated around the hall causing many to cover their ears. It stopped all at once, and the screen faded to black. The mourners whispered to one another uneasily.
                                   
Seconds later, the screen came back to life and an elderly woman came into view. Her skin was stretched across her bony face. She had eyes as black as coal and was smiling. She opened her mouth and hissed, “So you thought you could kill me? You fools! You cannot kill what is already dead!”
                           
The lights went out abruptly. The room erupted into chaos as people ran blindly into one another, screaming. The screaming slowly began to die down as a cloaked figure made its way through the room, preying on all the mourners. Soon enough, one last scream echoed off the walls and was followed by a loud thump as a body hit the floor.
                                           
The lights came back on to reveal an elderly woman standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by dead bodies. It was a massacre. Blood was splattered all over the walls, bodies lay at odd angles, piled on top of one another. She surveyed her work and laughed callously as blood dripped from her fangs.