A common tool of necromancers, nether mages, and others who are privvy to the arts of the dead and undead
A simple way to a fate most dreadful.
A wet brown sack… FULL OF MAGGOTS!
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.