"So as the hour grew dangerously near to dawn, we did as we had done with the others--dragged the thing across the meadows to the neck of the woods near the potter’s field, and buried it there in the best sort of grave the frozen ground would furnish. The grave was not very deep, but fully as good as that of the previous specimen--the thing which had risen of itself and uttered a sound. In the light of our dark lanterns we carefully covered it with leaves and dead vines, fairly certain that the police would never find it in a forest so dim and dense."

"There was some talk of searching the woods, but most of the family’s friends were busy with the dead woman and the screaming man."

"We buried our materials in a dense strip of woods between the house and the potter's field." -- Herbert West: Reanimator