Dead Man's Ball

And don't expect me home again until the break of day. From deep within the thunder that's exploding overhead come voices from the graveyard that until tonight were dead. Something's got them crawling from their cemetery plots.

They better things to do than simply lay around in what? Although they have no pulses, they all still get around. I guess it's really true. You just can't keep a good man down. Listen as the thunder breaks the silence of the night.

Lightly the shroud of the graveyard and a strange demonic light. Striking every tombstone as it penetrates the earth, seeking out the lifeless forms awaiting their rebirth. Six feet underground, you start to hear the anguish cries of those below to decompose to call their way outside.

Soon a wave of walking dead will heed the wake up call in search of something juicy for this evening's dead man's ball. George Romero brought us, night of the living dead. It became the classic horror film of its time.

Nothing! Nothing!