Week 16 - Graveyard

As I stepped into the soul of the grave a misty cloud of darkness covered me as if I had just plunged into never-ending death. While my eyes adjusted to the darkness some crows squarked above sending a shiver down my spine, the graves here were unreadable from age. The grave yard gate creaked open uneasily and I stopped. I listened. Suddenly, I heard rapid breathing behind me and the dragging of feet. What was this thing, person, animal? I looked in front and behind. Which way? Sprinting, I turned missing the person staring at me from the church window.
Ria 6S