71 A NIGHT IN A GRAVEYARD  

jasonabadboy4u 30M
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6/17/2006 1:46 am
71 A NIGHT IN A GRAVEYARD

71 A NIGHT IN A GRAVEYARD
"It was a strange, Erie night. Heavy black clouds cast shadows over the full moon. Making it dark and dreary. The leaves on the trees seem to dance in fright, to the mournful howling of the wind. I have walked the road confidently, many times before this. Yet that night, it felt strangely threatening. Repeatedly I stopped, and thought about turning back. Yet something seemed to be forcing me to continue, almost against my will. Uneasy, deep in thought, I reached the end of the road. I realized I had never gone so far, for I never noticed the little cemetery before. Suddenly a low painful cry broke the silence, I listened carefully. Now I could hear a very distinct moaning, I became anxious. Someone or something, seemed to be in need of help, But the place looked deserted. I wanted to run and search for the source of that awful sound. But my feet seemed to be planted in that spot, I tried to call out, but no sound came to my lips. I felt awfully helpless, frustrated, more terribly alone then I had ever felt in my life before, or since. ALL AT ONCE, THERE WAS A GREAT CRACKING SOUND! The earth seemed to tremble beneath me, as the sky roared in angry clasps of thunder, through bursts of lightning, I could see the old grave slowly open, and ghastly creatures appeared everywhere. As they emerged, the awful mourning became louder, Almost deafening. I know I should turn and run, but I was so hypnotized by the scene before me, I was unable to move. The phantoms began to parade around the cemetery, as if some big party. The lightning now flashing occasionally, added an almost gay atmosphere to this somber night. From the echoing all around me, and the dreadful noises from the horrible creatures, chilled me to the very center of my being. The sights before me were like nothing had ever seen before. A catlike creature unreal it seemed, eyes clear and shiny, HISSED viciously at a hooded figure, that wore rattling lengths of bit crusty chains. Everywhere I looked, the scenes filled me with fear. In one corner of the graveyard, a quire of skeletons screeched an Erie tune. The likes to the sound of an un tuned organ. Why they screamed like that I'll never really know. Ghosts of every conceivable color and shape, floated around the graveyard. ALL OF A SUDDEN THE FRIGHTENING SCENE WAS DISRUPTED BY A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM! Some of the zombie-like creatures rushed towards me, howling and growling dreadfully. Others hurriedly moved towards the graves, scrambling to get back inside. I turned to run, but something or someone grabbed my foot, I tripped and fell. Feeling that I was surely lost to these devilish creatures who surrounded me now, I struggled to free myself, knowing it was useless, I screamed, hoping against hope that someone would hear me and come to my aid. The danced around me, laughing loudly in divine vicious manner. Wanting to survive, I began to struggle and finally I felt my foot become free. As I scrambled to get up I felt a sharp stinging pain on my left arm. The ax bearing phantom, blood still dripping from his ax. Seemed to have some hold on me. The pain was unbearable. When I could stand no more I passed out, to the gleeful laughter of the hellish creatures all around me. When I came to, The day was sunny and clear. All was still and calm around me. It took me a few minutes to realize where I was, and what had happened. The pain in my arm brought the realization of the previous night back to me. I got up slowly cautiously, I looked around me, all was still. The tiny graveyard was now peaceful. Fresh flowers that decorated the well kept graves, the grass surrounding them, fresh and green. There was no sign of what must have been a terrible nightmare. That was it, I had fallen, hot my head, and injured my arm. The terrible images that had seemed so real were now gone. SIGH I heaved a long sigh of relief, and began walking back down that peaceful country road. All at once, I thought I heard that familiar mocking laughter. It began softly then slowly became louder and louder. I turned slowly, the laughter was defiantly coming from graveyard. OH NO! It had not been a dream, It had been all too real. I ran, and didn't stop until was far from that dreadful place. Still I could hear the laughter, distant, growing fainter and fainter with each weary step I took. My arm began throbbing, I looked down to see a very deep bleeding gash. No, it had not been a nightmare. Once away from that dreadful place, I never went back. I'll never know what really happened that night or why. OH YES! I do know, it was, HALLOWEEN!


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