I hear a soft humming, a buzzing growing near
I sense the dagger coming, I bend so it just grazes my ear

I turn to face my attacker and I feel my jaw drop
A man I knew ages ago; he was dead, was he not?

My shock holds me in place
And when he takes a step closer I feel my heart begin to race

He's dead is he not? How could he be here?
Even the thought of the dead rising, is enougn to fill me with fear

I finally manage to find my voice
And when my words ring out, I give him a choice

"Tell me how this came to be and you will get off without a fight
But if you want to keep that trap of yours closed, well, you won't survive the night"

He glares daggers at me
But eventully he speaks

"I do not know how I came to be
If I were you I would flee"

"Why would I flee?"
I ask persistently

"I am merely a distraction"
He states matter-of-factly

I hear steps behind me and react too late
The last words I hear before I am killed are

"Check Mate"