Whenever I am walking through a cemetery, I am always terrified a corpse will grasp my ankles with its rotting, weak hands and try to pull me down to die under the dirt, but it won’t have the strength to do it. (Taken with Instagram)

Whenever I am walking through a cemetery, I am always terrified a corpse will grasp my ankles with its rotting, weak hands and try to pull me down to die under the dirt, but it won’t have the strength to do it. (Taken with Instagram)

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