Although it was a full moon night but it was pitch
dark. What to talk of cold winter night moon when sun-rays of the long summer days could seldom penetrate the thick roof of trees. As midnight approached, the fog got denser. The only sounds
were those from the barking dogs on the outskirts of the village. It was the
oldest graveyard in the country and legend has it that nobody has ever crossed
it even in broad day light. And those who had ever attempted, generations ago,
never returned. But it seemed like those 3 men would live there. Wanted by
police, these outlaws did not have much choice but to live amongst the dead.
