Cemetery in the Woods

There was a place I went once before; a place where the dead walked and vampires stalked. Let me tell you: It was eerily silent with the exception of my shoes upon the dry, dull leaves. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. That’s how it sounded with the occasional hoot of an owl.

Then I stood before a tall, dark, metal gate, which beyond laid the cemetery. The wind whistled quietly in my ears. I took another step- crunch –and grasped the black, forbidding metal cold. With a forceful push it creaked open, making the most terrible screeching noise, like nail scraping a blackboard. The sound made the hairs on the back of my neck rise and a sharp tingling went down my spine.

There was a full moon overhead that had once been my reassuring light, but now it cast monstrous shadows past the cold, rock gravestones. A heavy mist had seemed to suddenly fallen over the cemetery when I had open the forbidding gate, but I saw that I was surrounded by gravestones of all shapes and sizes. One stone head in particular caught my attention. There was nothing special about it really; just like a regular, rectangular block on the ground, but it caught my eye none the less. I made my way to it and dusted off the leaves. There was no epitaph; just a date.

As I straightened back up, I felt something go through the pit of my being. I shivered and saw my breath in the misty air. My eyes widened; ghost!

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Another shorty...I'm sorry..... :(