14 April 2012
Where I live, there is a grave yard behind us. This morning, I open the curtains to see a boy stood in the graveyard. Motionless. So I dressed myself, scurried up the garden path, up to the raised patio and it turns you it's a new grave. A solid stone boy with his hands together. I don't think the grave is weird but seeing it out of my window every morning, that is weird (:
Weird • Opuss № I