There i was,stranded by a creepy cemetery at the turn of the century.i was scared, and not just normal scared i was really really scared. it was night time and i was wandering around. then suddenly i stepped in a puddle and slipped and fell. it smelt so bad! i got up with a very disgusted look on my face!then i heard a freaky noise, spinning around fast only to see nothing there. i was still worried about that noise that i had heard to i started to try and run away. only this time i twisted my ankle and fell a second time. i had fallen in a puddle of mud,and it had gotten in my face, i couldn't see.
I could have sworn i heard someone or some thing walking towards me, so i got up and tried to stumble away. with a twisted ankle this was harder to do than is seemed. suddenly something pushed me. i slammed into a grave stone and then slipped into an open grave. dirt started piling onto my face and then the rest of me. i couldn't move and some how could barely talk. i tried to scream for help but the only thing that came out was "NO." then the dirt stopped falling, i sat up. the dirt was gone.... and so was i.
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