[Arkham Street - Ward Cemetery]

Yes.

Best to watch those moldering limbs poking out of the earth like grotesque anthropomorphic mushrooms. A grisly reminder of the unhallowed things that happen here.

Some of them look gnawed.

Others twitch and spasm as the trio walks past.

But in the end...

No attack ever comes. It might be worse than zombies actually threatening the party. At least then one is running on adrenalin rather than a tense feeling of expectation and fear.

The cottage looms before them, weathered shutters hanging loose about windows that burn as unnatural eyes. A stench of rotting flesh and ozone fills the air.