A nice night.
A perfect night for a walk.
The moon is shining.
The stars are twinkling.
The graveyard is eerie.
What?
There’s a mist weaving
through the graves.
A whistling sound in the air.
Followed by a cold wind.
What’s happening?
There are figures standing up.
They are rising from the graves.
And they all seem to be looking
at me.
Why?
They are now walking
toward me.
Time to end my walk.
They’ve surrounded me.
How did they move so fast?
They are transparent.
I can see through them.
A dark figure is standing
behind them.
A figure that isn’t transparent.
With a knife in his hand.
Time to run.
Too late.
A not so perfect night.
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