A dirt-caked hand thrusts upward through the ground, grasping for something half-remembered and vague.
A glimmering entity appears at night in an old Victorian home, moaning in tortured longing for an escape from its trap in time.
A pale form lurches from the shadows to sink its teeth into the neck of an unsuspecting victim, hoping that this sanguine frenzy will restore a sense of life to its unending agony.
Monsters come back from the dead all the time in horror stories. Maybe it's time for this one to return. We appear to be living in a world full of nightmares that threaten to come true. Writing about some fictional ones seems like an apt distraction.