The Graveyard

September 17, 2008
By Alexis Burlile, Park City, UT

Dark . . .
At the graveyard . . .
Frightened out of my mind . . .
Grandpa opened the old gate . . .
Screech!
The flashlight trembling. . .
All to quick . . .
A white figure sitting on a grave . . .
I ran farther into the graveyard . . .
Suddenly another floating figure . . . .
I ran . . . .
Farther and farther. . . .
Alone . . .
At the hundred year old house . . .
Waiting for everyone to come . . .
After a while . . .
They came back . . .
They laughed . . .
A joke . . .
People laughing . . .
Teasing . . .
Forever . . .



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