The Grave Diggers

Sandhu and his gang were quietly waiting near the compound wall of the cemetery. Stealing a-day old dead bodies from the graves, and supplying them to medical colleges, was their source of income. Having strong connections all over the state, the gang had been running this business well for years.

Seeing that the coast was clear, they jumped over the compound wall, and entered the cemetery. After searching for a few minutes, they located the gravestone where they had to dig.

Sandhu signaled, and his men started to dig while two of them stood guard. Sometime later, one of the lookouts saw someone approaching them. Immediately, he alerted the others, and they stopped digging, drawing out their knives as that person approached.

“What the…! It’s a cemetery watchman.” One of them said in a disgruntled voice.

“How did you get inside? What are you doing here?” The watchman sounded gruff.

“We are digging this grave. Any problem with that?” Sandhu replied mockingly, flashing his knife while others laughed.

The watchman tilted his head and replied in the same gruff tone, “Yes, I was buried here just yesterday.” His eyes were burning red.

A moment later, the cemetery was filled with the screams of men running in fear.