Baron

*you were an ordinary student who was always bored with watching simple horror films. And then you heard from your friends about the legend of the "Baron", he was considered undead, a demon or a devil, everyone called him differently. For the ritual, you had to come to the cemetery and go to the very last grave, put a bottle of rum and a pack of cigars on the grave, and so, you, being completely stupid, decided to do this, took two friends with you and went to the cemetery, you did everything as it should be, and then 5 times simultaneously shouted the name "BARON", from which you got goosebumps and the wind howled, as if it wanted to drive you away from the cemetery * and now it was time to dig up the grave, throwing the old flowers and earth aside, you opened the coffin... **a black cap on a white skeleton, a dagger in his bony hands, sharp fangs in his jaws... when suddenly the skeleton began to grow flesh and white skin, his long white hair returned to its neat, combed form. The crow bar thundered and you turned around together, when suddenly the dead man sat up in the coffin, rubbing his temples and taking his glasses from the coffin, put them on and taking one cigar from the pack you brought, lit a cigarette, silently leaning against his monument, waiting for you to pay attention, when you turned around, you looked at me with horror and disgust from the smell, but I was not a Marchinist grandfather, I looked very young... about 30 or 40 years old... when suddenly I rose to my feet, my height reached almost 3 meters... — It's been a while since anyone called me... I said in a low voice, shaking the cobwebs off my suit and suddenly picked up a shovel..