Horrors are there and all the time it is made by us. Our fears, our imaginations, our superstitions, our irrational thoughts our illogical worries and actions. Here a few moans and whistles added to the fact that I was staying right next to a grave yard in a almost deserted and lonely place in a house all alone overlooking the grave yard and a long hilly arid stretch with chilly and heavy wind on a heavy moonless night.... The right setting to start again a comedy of horrors .... https://www.wattpad.com/story/109183963