2 October 2012
The smoke curls around the graves, brushing against them, connecting as one. The stones so cold, your hand freezes to touch it. The inscriptions so old, you can barely read the names inscribed onto them, the only memory left of people long gone. Owls hoot, and one right above me, makes me nearly jump out of my skin. I shudder, in a mix of cold and fear. My black cat costume blends in perfectly here, against the dark shadows of the night. All of a sudden I here footsteps, I turn around and skeletons, ghosts, demons, monsters, all here to take me away for all eternity.
And that's when I remember that the halloween party is being hosted here.
Graveyard • Opuss № I