The dirt stood up, a hole opening where a mouth would be on a person and a sound like the exhale a the end of every sentence you'd ever said drifted out in a deliberately gentle motion. The ground all around you didn't seem to move like the figure was, didn't seem like it would stand up and try to speak which was somewhat comforting.
The figure attempted to walk towards you but as soon a it tried to lift one leg it all collapsed and the dirt began to settle over freshly exposed bones. You noticed the pink braces on its upper and lower jaws, remembering photos of a missing girl and hesitatingly putting a name to the body as the dirt began to rise up around it once more.
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