Creative piece of Horror
The still silent night, air was thick and tasted of death. The glowing moons face let off tiny precious rays that were reflected off the newly set gravestones. Clouds were beginning to cover what ever little light we had was gone-perfect for the time ahead. Luscious grasses under my feet crunching, with each blade of grass covered in a layer of ice, the night getting closer, by the second discretion was getting easier to achieve. My ebony outfit blended well with the dark sinful night.
The untroubled nightlife soon began to draw nearer out and the echoes of the radiant fireflies were bouncing of the trees. Rows upon rows of gravestones lay in precise distance from the one before, going on as far-away as the eye could see, each one having its own special story of how their owner ended up there. The midnight breeze whistled and blew the leaves and petals of all the lifeless flowers lying beside the peaceful bearers of the tombstones. My paid special attention to the individuals rising from beneath the ground, talking whispering of the trespasser that is disturbing their peace. Why is he disturbing their peace? He had awakened their peaceful and undisturbed souls. The weeping and howling of wolves echoed in the near by forest.
