Real ';)
Two weeks ago I was getting ready to do photo shoot in this graveyard (the name of which shall remain anonymous as not to alarm those living in it's area) around midnight. I was about to set up my tripod when I heard a rustling from behind me. I slowly turned around glancing at where the sound seemed to be coming from. I noticed almost immediately that the ground in front of one of the headstones was slowly giving way. I continued to slowly turn around facing the grave reaching at the same time for the small wooden stake that I always carry in my vest pocket whenever I go out at night. I then saw the hands shoot out from beneath the ground reaching out and to the sides. Then a head popped out and It's arms shot upwards and then down to the side off the grave pulling the undead creature from the beneath the ground with such force that It leap several feet into the night sky before falling back onto the ground on standing firmly on It's feet. At that moment It turned It's eyes towards me. It's mouth opened baring It's fangs, dripping dark red saliva, as It leaped at me. I quickly brought up my wooden stake and thrust it into It's chest and as I felt it pierce it's still heart, It fell upon me. It screamed in disbelief as the stake made it's way through it's membrane. I pushed It from me and as It staggered backwards I myself backed away and watched as It slowly fell backward and upon the grave It had just came up from. Just then the caretaker appeared and asked what the hell I was doing here this late at night. More later . . .