What a beautiful garden.

The moon is shining down from above.

The wind is rustling the leaves.

It is quiet.

I’m alone.

The silence is broken

by crying sounds.

I thought I was alone.

The rest of the guests are inside.

There are statues up ahead.


One statue is bent over.

It’s an angel.

And it’s crying.

With real tears.

How could this be?

It could be if it’s Oasis.

Stranger things

have happened here.

Do these statues

come alive at night

and become one of The Dead?

Have they been

stalking us at night?

She’s lifting her head.

I’m getting out of here.




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