The Park of the Spirits

The Park of the Spirits

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Complete Mon, Jun 30, 2025<5 mins

cemetery death forest gothic mystic

It's half past two in the morning, but I'm wide awake. Still dressed in my daytime clothes, I slip out onto the wooden terrace. I stare at the dark sky, then I suddenly find myself standing in the old cemetery in the front yard. An eerie chill creeps down my spine. I have to run! But where can I go when Death is already here, in the garden, in my house, and in my life? Someday, I will be able to get away, but not today. Today we will meet, as usual.

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