The weather is dark and dreary
\nThe smell of dirt and leaves pungent
\nto my nose
\nIt\u2019s the perfect night<\/p>\n
Hurrying down the deserted road
\nstretching out before me
\ndark and desolate
\nI have somewhere I need to be<\/p>\n
SSHHH
\nwhat\u2019s that?
\nI just heard a noise.
\nIt sounded like a moan
\nmaybe it was just a ghost<\/p>\n
I hurry faster as I\u2019m sure
\nI just felt the cold dead hand
\nof a lifeless skeleton.
\nMaybe I can put this off until
\nthe daytime<\/p>\n
No. It needs to happen tonight
\nHAS to happen tonight.
\nIf there is any hope of a resolution
\nIt must be tonight<\/p>\n
WHOA! <\/p>\n
What was that?!
\nJust a bat, Don\u2019t worry-
\nIt\u2019s not going to eat you
\nJust continue on your way<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve tried to stop several times
\nBut it\u2019s like something hypnotic
\nis drawing me closer and closer
\nTaking me somewhere that
\nI don\u2019t want to go<\/p>\n
There\u2019s the gate-
\njust like I was told-
\nNot very sturdy, and not protected by
\nwell\u2014 <\/p>\n
anything really.<\/p>\n
As far as cemeteries go
\nthis one is definitely a creepy one
\nbut I have to be here-
\ni have to see
\nMake sure
\nThere\u2019s a reason why i\u2019m here<\/p>\n
Something\u2019s not right-
\nthis cemetery hasn\u2019t been used
\nfor years and yet-
\nThere\u2019s a freshly dug grave<\/p>\n
There\u2019s rustling in the trees
\nand I fear that there\u2019s something
\nthat\u2019s coming for me. I try to run
\nbut I am rooted to this spot<\/p>\n
Welcome my dear-
\nI was wondering when you
\nwould show up
\nYou\u2019ve kept me waiting<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve prepared this place for you
\nto rest- I think you\u2019re going to like it
\nhere.
\nAfter all\u2014you\u2019re not getting out of here
\nalive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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