Walking alone in

a cemetery at night.

The mist swaying.

The wind moaning.

Shadows appearing.

Then disappearing.

Leading me somewhere. 

Or maybe following me.

A statue looms ahead.

A tall statue.

Taller than the mausoleums.

 It’s moving.

Coming closer.

Time to run.

Walking in a graveyard at night

may not have been such a good idea.


It scratched me!

2 thoughts on “ALONE

  1. vampyreladylaura September 29, 2016 / 6:11 pm

    I LOVE reading your posts!! I get chills


    • Susanne Leist October 2, 2016 / 12:37 am

      Thanks. Chills are good. It shows we are still alive!


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