Ah, gather 'round, weary souls, for the tale I weave is one that chills the marrow of your bones. I am but an old grave digger, finding solace in the company of the departed, and from their haunting whispers, I've gathered stories that could make the bravest shudder. Picture, if you will, a moonless night in the heart of the Louisiana swamps, where the air hangs heavy with decay. The distant cries of unseen creatures echo through the murky darkness, while the mournful wind weaves a ghostly song among the trees. Ancient magic thrums beneath the surface, and forgotten horrors lie in wait, ready to ensnare the unwary. Into this realm of shadows step five adventurous souls, each driven by either fate or folly, their paths intertwined by forces beyond comprehension. Among them is Jackson, a rugged hunter, whose eyes gleam with the thrill of the chase. Yet, beneath his bravado, a soul burdened by past sins lingers, ready to confront its own demons. As they delve deeper into the swamp, drawn by an irresistible call, a sense of foreboding thickens the air. The weight of untold dangers lies heavy on their hearts, and the grave digger knows that the ancient forces long awaiting their arrival are stirring, setting the stage for an encounter that will forever change their lives. ⚰️💀🕯️