A shadowy, robed figure strode purposefully through the graveyard, occasionally looking about as if checking for witnesses.
It reached a large mausoleum and stopped at the heavy stone door.
The hands of the figure transcribed a series of fluid movements in the air as it intoned mystical words in low tone, breath condensing as greenish mist in the moonlit air.
Slowly the doors swung back with a loud grinding noise. Once they were open the figure looked around once more and darted inside.
Inside the mausoleum stretched ahead with a cobwebby corridor before opening up in a chamber with a stone sarcophagus in the centre. Several other chambers connected the main room.
The robed shadow walked to the top of the sarcophagus and stood taking in the surroundings. Overhead a lantern was burning with an unnatural blue fire throwing the carvings depicting the occupant's former life into stark relief.
Once again the figure began gesticulating mystically and after a short time the lid of the stone coffin began to rumble open.
For a while nothing happened.
Then a blue glow emanated from the sarcophagus itself and a figure began to rise from within.
Ancient, bejewelled armour sparkled in the witch light and bony features where lit blue.
The air disappeared in the chamber as the rising figure spoke:
"Alllllllllll Shhhallllllllllll Dieeeeeeeeeee!!"
And with that rallying call from their Captain,
Duke "of Spook" Leyron,
the Coffin Dodgers were back in training..........
See you in the final!!