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Thick fog coiled around my ankles. I kicked the whisps away from my knee-high black boots and adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Katie and Tommy dared me to spend Halloween Night in the oldest graveyard in town. It’s a hidden-away little plot with broken tombstones and this two-foot-high fence that does nothing to keep people out. The rusted fence may have had a purpose when the graves were dug, but now the rumors about the ghosts who live there are what keep people far away from the secluded site.
The beam of my flashlight bounces to and fro as I step over the small barrier. My skin prickled immediately from the temperature change. Fog no longer swirled on this side of the fence; it was far too cold. “I shouldn’t be here.” A whisper of a thought echoed in my mind, but I wasn’t one to back down from a dare. I’d show Katie and Tommy that the rumors were stupid. Obviously, ghosts aren’t real.
Trapped In The Graveyard
The moon high above the dense pine trees was just a sliver of a crescent, but it was nearly as bright as day. I flicked off my flashlight and dropped my backpack. I propped it up against the moss-covered stone nearest to me. “Um, Hi,” I said to the woods, though I’m not really sure why. “I’m gonna be spending the night with you. I mean you no harm.” The words seemed to be prompted out of me. I don’t even believe in ghosts or spirits, but some ancient survival instinct inside of me was forcing me to announce myself.
A chilling breeze swept my hair off my neck, and I swallowed my nerves. I’d only be scared if I let myself be, right? Squatting to open my backpack, I pulled out a thick, vanilla pillar candle and my sleeping bag. Something behind me snapped like twigs being stepped on, but I excused it away as just the wind. My warm breath materialized in front of me. Misty and heavy with the temperature difference. Before I could unroll my sleeping bag, something from behind shoved me over forcefully. I let out a yelp of surprise as my hands scraped against the jagged gravestone.
Unexplainably, my hands were frozen to the ground. No matter how I pulled or yanked them, I couldn’t sit up. My eyes searched the treeline for an answer or help, but when I tried to scream, nothing more came from my throat. Panicked now, I thrashed until right there in the moonlight, two male shadow figures appeared. They were like tissue paper. Thin and barely there, but I saw them. They grabbed for me, and I felt them! Their hands ripped off my clothing, leaving me naked, freezing, and exposed on all fours above the grave.
“Ourssss.” Their garbled voices groaned, and I’d never felt more trapped than I had right then in the graveyard between two haunting shadow figures, and no one around to rescue me.
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