Get Your Grave On (Calling All Corpses Sequel) New Rochelle once again seemed okay. Everything looked like it was normal and going alright. The city is wondering what's been happening to the people going missing on Drake avenue. There's this house that keeps mysteriously getting destroyed an the city rebuilds it every time, as they did a month ago when it burned down. The house had been unowned until about a week ago when three young friends bought it. There was Jerry a singer/guitar player, his best friend Kevin a graphic artist, and Jerry's girlfriend Joan who was a cage dancer at his live shows. They all had one thing in common. Three of the people that died in this house had been related to them. Three of the first six people to go missing as a matter of fact. "You know it's been over a year since our siblings went missing, but it still gets to me. It hurts, but it also just makes me think where the bodies could've gone." Said Jerry. "I know exactly what you mean, not a day goes by I don't think about Randy, and I'm sure Joan is always thinking about Lita, but Layne and the rest wouldn't want you to be so hung up on this." Said Kevin. "Yeah, and just know we'll always be here for you baby we love you." Said Joan. "Thanks, I love you guys too." Jerry Replied. They all sat in the living room talking for a while, when there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Said Jerry. He opened the door to see a small, elderly woman. She looked to be about 100 years old, wrinkles all over her body, she didn't smell so fresh, and looked to be going blind. "You must get out now while you still can, or he will return tonight an claim you all." She said. "Um, who the hell are you?" "Tis not me you need to worry about, but him, the one with eyes like the devil he will be here tonight you'll all see." "Are you fucking nuts?" "Please for your own sake I have come to give you this warning you will end up just like the others." "Yeah ok, get the fuck out if here lady." And as Jerry said this he slammed the door in the lady's face. "Who was that?" Asked Joan. "Some crazy senile old bitch trying to tell me we're doomed if we stay here." Jerry replied. "That sounds fucking crazy dude, wonder what she was smoking." Said Kevin. After talking a while the trio decided to watch a movie. They were about 45 minutes into it until suddenly the television went off. "That's weird, what just happened?" Asked Joan. "It's an old TV I'm sure it's fine." Jerry replied. "Yeah it's not like what that old lady said is true." Said Kevin. They talked for a while then the lights started flickering. "I'm sure there's just something wrong with the power." "I hope you're right." Said Joan. "This is getting real freaky." "We'll be fine babe." Said Jerry. "Kevin, can you go get some flashlights from the closet?" "Sure thing Jer." Kevin replied. Kevin went to the closet, and after a while found three big flashlights. He started walking back when out of nowhere someone appeared behind him, it was the mysterious murderer that controlled the house. Kevin turned around. "Layne? It can't be you, we were told you were dead, and they couldn't find your body." Said Kevin. These however were his last words, Layne hit him over the head with a sledgehammer, and started controlling his body. Layne disappeared as he usually did, an the now dead and possessed Kevin began to walk back towards the living room. "Did you find the flashlights Kev?" Asked Joan, but he didn't answer instead he walked towards the front door. "Where are you going?" Asked Jerry. "Out I have things to do." Said the possessed Kevin. "Alright just be careful buddy." Said Jerry. But before he could finish Kevin was out the door. "Well that was weird!" "Yeah, he'll be alright." Said Joan. Little did they know that Kevin was actually going around back to dig his own grave. He dug for hours without them realizing it. "Well Kevin won't be home til late I guess." "It's alright, I'm ready for bed, he won't be loud when he comes in, you coming?" Jerry asked. "Yeah, let's go." Joan replied. And they headed up to bed. "I'm gonna close the window so it doesn't get too cold." Joan closed the window, turned the light off and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Jerry an Joan were fast asleep when all of a sudden there was a slight breeze and Jerry woke up. "It's friggin cold" Jerry said to himself. Then he saw that the window had been opened. "But that's impossible I saw Joan close it." He said again talking to himself. He got up to close the window and felt a chill. He turned around and in the doorway was his older brother Layne. "No fucking way Layne that can't be you, how." But he didn't say anything, he just pulled out and axe. "Layne what are you doing." "I'm not your brother." Said the demonic voice coming from Layne. "You're not human what the fuck are you, a zombie." "Zombie, cadaver what doe it matter, I'm a ghoul, a freak the recently deceased." And Layne lifted the axe. "You would really killed your own brother?" "I told you I'm not your fucking brother, and your friend Kevin said goodbye with a grave that's calling your name." "Easy, like this." And Layne jammed the axe into Jerry's chest an kicked him out of the window into his grave. Layne disappeared before Joan could wake up. After a while Joan woke up realizing Jerry wasn't there, she figured he went to go find Kevin. She walked down the stairs into the kitchen to make coffee, since she would be up for the night anyway. She looked out the window and saw two headstones with Jerry and Kevin's name an birthdays, and she realized the old lady was right. She ran for the door to find the old lady, but it was locked, Joan then ran for the phone but the line was dead. Layne finally travelled himself in front if her. "Layne? But you're dead!" "Afraid not little girl." "You're not Layne." "Correct smart like your sister but very dimwitted like her too. Now you'll die like her." "I won't go down without a fight." She fought him off for a while with a kitchen knife and he vanished. "He's gone." She thought, but she was wrong, he appeared right behind her, and swung a pick axe into her. "It's time to get your grave, get your grave on baby, start rotting away, #life's a grave and you're friend dug yours baby." Layne said as he pulled the pick axe out of her back and sent her to the grave. As the last body went into the grave the house engorged itself in flames and Layne disappeared. The house wasn't rebuilt. The police wanted to do a full investigation, but all they found were three graves. They dug them up but no bodies were found. After the police left the graves disappeared and no one would ever know what really happened that day. The house would remain as ash and dust, for now.