She turned and plunged across the field, running twice as fast as before. The open graves seemed everywhere now. She stepped in one grave, felt the bones breaking under her feet.

Some of the bodies were more decomposed than others. The second grave she stepped in, she felt something squish.
The third grave she managed to avoid.

But as she ran by, a bony hand shot up out of the ground and grabbed her ankle.

She was screaming now—or maybe she wasn't screaming, she no longer knew. She pulled on her ankle as hard as she could, but the hand was powerful and held her firm.

At the same time, across the field, she could see the killer coming steadily closer.

He was staggering pretty badly, and even from this distance, she could see how bloody he was. But he was still coming. How much energy would it take for him to blow her brains out?

She yanked her foot with all her might and finally managed to pull it free. There was a snapping sound. For the first time Carly realized what had really happened. She had caught her foot on a root. There was no skeleton, no hand. She was losing her mind.

She ran without looking back.

Which was why she didn't see the skeleton's hand slithering back into the ground.

Carly ran a zigzagging course across the field, giving the remaining graves a wide berth. As she approached the large mound of black earth, the burning smell grew stronger. There was strange sounds in the air, as if distant screams. And the ground was writhing and alive with gross white worms.

   Friday the 13th: Mother's Day, chapter 19