Panel one, top third of page:

The two stand over the open grave looking down into it. the bottom is lined with smashed, splintered pieces of wood from the coffin that laid in there, but is now nowhere to be found. Lying in the bottom is a sheet of mangled, chewed skin and guts, but no blood or bones. It stinks of formaldehyde. 

Steve: "This was the seventh one this month..."

Panel two, middle left sixth of page:

Leon jumps in the grave. Steve watches with a look of slight concern.

Steve: "Greg was saying something about pale little creatures that come out at night and run between the graves..."

Panel three, middle right sixth of page:

Leon runs his fingers along a set of three claw marks running parallel to each other on the dirt wall of the hole. They are about four inches long and half an inch deep.

Leon: "Ghouls."

Steve: "Ghouls?"

Panel four, bottom third of page:

Steve stands on the ground as Leon crawls his way back out of the hole. Steve holds his hat in his hand as he rubs his forehead, worried about what he's hearing. Leon's outfit is now caked in mud.

Leon: "Ghouls. They're nocturnal creatures that feast on corpses. Not uncommon to have near a graveyard. There'd have to be quite a lot to do something like this though..."