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The graveyard was silent other than the gentle clattering of dead branches rustling in the wind. The tombs were all nameless, a graveyard stuffed with the corpses of those with no family, each headstone read only the simple line, "R.I.P". The gate whined as it was pushed open by a woman, cloaked in a veil and dress. She sat down in front of one of the weathered graves. Almost instantly, the ground and the woman's dress began to sprout with fungus of all types. The woman only smiled as the sound of stirring dirt and ripping grass filled the otherwise silent night. The Witch of Decay began to unbutton her dress, revealing her hollow skeletal body, as well as allowing her to watch the bones from the tomb below rise, guided by the fungus around her, into where her body should be. The witch closed her dress steadily, and stood up peacefully. She made her way over towards the gate once more, and left the silent graveyard, now one cadaver short.

Description
The graveyard was silent other than the gentle clattering of dead branches rustling in the wind. The tombs were all nameless, a graveyard stuffed with the corpses of those with no family, each headstone read only the simple line, "R.I.P". The gate whined as it was pushed open by a woman, cloaked in a veil and dress. She sat down in front of one of the weathered graves. Almost instantly, the ground and the woman's dress began to sprout with fungus of all types. The woman only smiled as the sound of stirring dirt and ripping grass filled the otherwise silent night. The Witch of Decay began to unbutton her dress, revealing her hollow skeletal body, as well as allowing her to watch the bones from the tomb below rise, guided by the fungus around her, into where her body should be. The witch closed her dress steadily, and stood up peacefully. She made her way over towards the gate once more, and left the silent graveyard, now one cadaver short.