Angelfuck (Book One To The Dig Up Her Bones Series)

Jacket?

Y/N's POV
It is a sunny warm conformable day today.
The birds are chirping in trees.
The sun is smiling down at everything.
Laughter fills the air how could this get any better hmm?
Well I guess it can't.
I walk home from school.
With my friends by my side.
One by one they see their house.
And wave me a good bye.
My house is the furthest from school.
So at one point I walk alone.
Sometimes it can be scary.
Especially since I have to walk through the cemetery.
But today has been a good day.
I have no doubt it will change.
As my last friend waves good bye I cross the road.
Sooner than later I arrive at the cemetery.
Cobble Creek cemetery to exact.
It gives a pretty low vibe.
As well as a chill to anything.
Well anything alive that is.
Unless it is mentally crazy.
I entered shutting the rusty gate behind me.
It screeched which made me shudder.
The sun began to sink.
So it got cold so I put my jacket on.
I walked through.
The longer I was there.
The more I could see my breath.
I shuddered against the harsh wind.
I knew I should have worn pants!
My teeth chattered hard from frost.
When all of the sudden something was thrown at me.
I looked in my hands to see it.
It was a wool jacket.
Now one problem.
Who or what threw it at me.
The gravestone ahead of me had a huge shadow.
Then it moved.
So what ever threw the jacket was behind the stone.
Easy just look behind the stone.
Say thank you.
And go on with my business.
No problem.
I peeked behind the stone.
And a shodow jumped at me.
It cackled menacingly.
Then it's eyes glowed.
And grabbed my shoulder.
I was scared.
What has grabbed me?
I fell onto the ground.
The body onto of me still laughing.
My heart was beating like a drum.
And my lungs howled violently.
I felt my breath grow more shallow.
Until I heard a voice.
It seemed to be screaming stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
No not one.
But two voices.
Were screaming.
Apparently at the shadow.
Good I thought.
I guess something.
Or someone.
Is on my side.
And understood me.
Even though I couldn't see them.
They saw me.
That's all that really matters.
And then a third voice echoed.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
As well.
But it was too late.
I have been knocked unconscious.