Monday, Jul. 05, 2004 - 18:08

I was part of a tour group checking out a new ‘Gated Community’; you know, those designed residential comminutes that just reek of ’The Stepford Wives’?

The difference with this ‘Gated Community’ was that it was located underground. But that appeared to be the only significant difference, for otherwise we were shown a modern ‘village’ that was so pristine, so well crafted that it felt like it had been designed in a scientific research laboratory. But the scale of the place was indeed impressive.

We were shown a school gymnasium that had several different sports halls and arenas, and these things were enormous; you could’ve built several houses on the basketball court alone.

I became distracted and lost the rest of the tour group and somehow found my way up to the surface. I was mortified to discover that this ‘Gated Community’ had in fact been constructed beneath a large, very old and somewhat neglected cemetery.

I wandered amongst the graves and monuments in utter disbelief. It seemed so callous and even sacrilegious to be building a residential community beneath an old cemetery.

I was found by one of the tour guides wandering around the graves. I let him know my displeasure. But he just smiled and seemed unconcerned.

“It’s fine, trust me,” he said. “It’s all been taken care of… we’re spreading phosphate all across the cemetery… it’ll get rid of the bodies. And once that’s done, well, we’re going to flatten the cemetery and put in parkland,” he explained. He then gestured to the nearby graves and I saw that a fine, white powder did indeed cover every inch of the ground, killing all plant life it touch.

But that was not all that the phosphate was doing. The ground near my feet began to bubble and undulate… like the skin of over ripe fruit, it split open and spewed out a fetid corpse; followed by another and another.

All across the cemetery, the earth was opening up and ejecting the bodies of the dead. And as I gazed around in wide-eyed horror and dismay, I spied Simon standing by one of the cemetery monuments. He stood beside a black marble pillar upon which the effigy of an urn was mounted. Carved onto the urn was the likeness of an ancient scroll, and in gold lettering was the name of the occupant of the grave bellow: Jay Kerin

No date, no other details.

Simon just stood there, watching me, his face an icy mask, but his eyes dark with hate.

With more and more wretched corpses rising around my feet, I suddenly woke up...

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