Would you walk alone in

a cemetery at night?

With the mist swaying

and the wind moaning.

Shadows appearing before you

and then behind you.

Are they leading you somewhere or

following in your hesitant footsteps?

A statue looms in the distance.

A very tall statue.

Taller than any of the

gravestones or mausoleums.

Now the statue is moving,

coming closer to me.

Time to run!

Walking in a graveyard at night

didn’t turn out to be such a good idea.


It scratched me!