Annie had no idea what was happening — she had just managed to see two strangers standing at the cemetery gate before an old caretaker's slightly hunched figure blocked her view. An old man's voice, tinged with nervousness, reached her ears, "Child, don't look over there."
The little girl was somewhat tense, "Caretaker Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Don't move, don't talk, it's nothing," the old man said softly while still keeping his gaze on the towering figure. One of his hands was beside him, shielding Annie's wandering eyes, and the other pressed against his chest — there lay an amulet which could trigger the cemetery's alarm system if necessary.
The towering figure began to walk this way.
The old man's muscles tensed in response.
"Good morning," a deep voice came from beneath the thick bandages, as if carrying the echoes of a crypt, "I believe this is my first formal 'visit.'"