~Grave Yard~
A soulless place. That's what a graveyard is. Coming to visit a loved one under yonder? Coming to bury a loved one? Either way, there's always an empty spot. Grave stones are sticking out of the ground in every which way. Bodies are probably curled up in their little holes. They didn't have caskets back when this grave yard was created. At first, It just started with one person, then another, and another. Maybe it was around the time of the plague. Who knows? Green vines and weeds have grown over the forgotten graves, people, memories.
A stiff breeze flies by. You feel a tap on your shoulder, grasping your shoulder. As a reflex, you turn around to see who the person is. You assume he's the grave yard keeper because of the shovel he's holding, ever so tightly. A shiver creeps up your spine as he begins to talk. He coughs, clearing his throat, then a wispy voice begins to speak, "You wander out to far? This here is the abandoned graveyard. They happen' to build a school over the poor place. But not here, they forgot it.
Said to be ghosts here; Lurkin' 'round to cause some mischief. Or just lost souls who never made it. Either way, they're a' watchin' you. Or are they?" By the time he was finished talking, you realized nothing was really there. Nothing ever touched you. Are you going crazy? Or is it just the grave yard that has you all worked up.
A stiff breeze flies by. You feel a tap on your shoulder, grasping your shoulder. As a reflex, you turn around to see who the person is. You assume he's the grave yard keeper because of the shovel he's holding, ever so tightly. A shiver creeps up your spine as he begins to talk. He coughs, clearing his throat, then a wispy voice begins to speak, "You wander out to far? This here is the abandoned graveyard. They happen' to build a school over the poor place. But not here, they forgot it.
Said to be ghosts here; Lurkin' 'round to cause some mischief. Or just lost souls who never made it. Either way, they're a' watchin' you. Or are they?" By the time he was finished talking, you realized nothing was really there. Nothing ever touched you. Are you going crazy? Or is it just the grave yard that has you all worked up.
