The silence in the graveyard was deafening, causing a great sense of unease in his gut as he sat on the steps of the mausoleum at the center, kicking his feet slightly as he waited.

A ripple moved through the air, an echo of something filling the empty space around him. The faint smell of perfume and smoke surrounded him, and he lifted his head with a small grin.

Figures started to materialize at the graves.

(I got bored and stopped writing this one.)