There is a dark cloud hanging over the cemetery.
I look around at the depressed, pale mourners that stand around me lilke weeping willow trees. Shrivelled up shells of the people they once were, looking worse than the poor souls lying dead in the graves around them.
The mourners grieve, they cry, they leave.
I am left standing alone with only the harsh rain and the screaming souls of the dead to accompany me.
I keep a blank expression on my face as I leave and walk down the same depressingly bleak street that I am forced to walk along every night. I keep a straight face. I can't let anyone know what I'm thinking.
I turn down the familiar dark alleyway. I pass the same group of intimidating criminals that continue to go in and out of jail like flies to rotting dead meat. They don't move an inch whilst I pass, cautious on who I am.
I walk a little further until I reach my destination. I move up the stairs and into my cold, uninviting home, I enter making sure the door is securely locked after me.
Walking slowly inside, I cannot supress the shiver that climbs up my spine and the tingles that spread through my fingers with every step I take in to the empty hallway.
Soon, a familiar ringing sound floats through the house, guiding me towards the handheld house phone. Reaching my pale hand forward, I hesitate to put the phone close to my ear.
"Hello?"
I eventually speak, my voice coming out hoarsely. Heavy breathing could be heard on the other end before a voice speaks up.
"I know what you did."
Before the line goes silent and I began to scream hysterically.
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Challenge
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