On a routine monster hunt, I was walking through the old Gravestone Cementary in search of headless ghost that had been tormenting the local townsfolk. Suddenly I felt the ground violently shake beneath me as if the dead were all rolling over in their graves in unison. Being a professional in the paranormal, I knew this was not the work of zombies or an earthquake. I then saw the most ominous tombstone sitting upon a hill under a twisting, contorting bare tree. Usually made of cold, grey stone, something was off about this one. It slowly began to crack before my eyes, as the hill began to rise up blocking out the moonlight. With branches snapping and dirt crumbling, a massive creature began taking form, looming over me and shadowing me in a chilled darkness. It was then the tombstone cracks began taking the shape of a maniacal and chiseled smile with two hellish glowing green eyes that oozed smoke into the night sky. I had never encountered such a creature in all of my years of expertise and adventure. Luckily I was able to escape with my life and document what had appeared before my eyes with my trusty sketchbook and pencils. I now am able to share a page out of my journal with you, in hopes that you are always mindful of what lurks in the night, festers underground, and that monsters do exist.