Early the next morning, the villagers of Anga stirred from their sleep, unaware of the strange occurrence that had taken place the night before. It was an event unlike anything they had ever seen, yet no whispers of it filled the air as they went about their usual routines.
Among them was Sam, making his way to the fields as he did every day. But today, something felt off. He couldn't quite place it, but a lingering unease settled over him.
The path ahead was eerily silent. Though it was never particularly busy, today the stillness was unnatural. No birds chirped, no distant barks echoed through the village. Even the rustling of leaves seemed to have ceased.
A shiver ran down Sam's spine, but he brushed it off. The route to his fields passed by the graveyard, after all. Perhaps the eerie atmosphere was just playing tricks on his mind.
