16 July 2012

Fog fills the air. Dark shadows lurk. Tall trees cover the brown dirt below. Stone stick out of the ground. Engraved with names of those who've passed. And spooky white ghosts float pass me.

I run for my life. To get away from here. A step. And a crunch. I hear from beneath. A skeleton I've stepped on. Ahhh! And I run. Good bye spooky graveyard. Until I come to rest.

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