Church Grims, The Graveyard Protectors

There’s something creepy about an empty churchyard at night. The wind becomes still, barely rustling the fall leaves. The moon slips behind the clouds to dimly light the star-filled night. A shape moves between the headstones, low and steady, crouching. Most people would shrug it off as a stray dog. But old stories say it’s something else, a phantom guardian called the Church Grim.