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!