Something was off, a wrongness saturated the grave-yard. Edrik was no stranger to things that went bump in the night and had a fair share of run-ins with supernatural creatures. He had faced what his people called Black Court Vampires dozens of times, he knew they favored places like this. Could one be out there right now? 

The only answer to his question and demand was the strange crunching and smacking sound, like something wet on gravel. One didn’t make it long as a Wizard without taking certain precautions and so Edrik reached into his coat pocket with his left hand and withdrew out his .38. There was a chance that whatever was out there wasn’t an animal, but it could also be a thrall and he wouldn’t attack with his magic until he knew for sure. 

Slowly Edrik walked toward the direction of the sound, though he stepped sideways to his right in an arch. The last thing he needed to do was suddenly round a corner and get shot or worse.