I stopped dead in my tracks. He was standing in front of me! His head was tilted to the side, he had a black jacket/cape, and a black hat covering his face. His body was turn to one side, but his face was turned to me, with his long nails pointed to me. I slowly closed my eyes so I’ll be less scared and for my voice won’t tremble. “What”, I started, but he cut me off with,” I warned you about coming to the cemetery at night.” My eyes snapped open and I stiffened. I felt a cold nail on the back of my neck that gave me shills to the bone. Though I didn’t react, I didn’t try to stop him. He traced his fingers down my back, under my shirt, left to right, left to right, over and over. Then I wanted to react, I turned around and he wasn’t there, but I could still feel his nail, left to right. He stopped tracing his nail on my back when I tripped over a tomb. The tomb broke in half and rats scattered out. I picked myself up and ran like my life depended on it, which at the time it did. When I got home I went straight to the mirror, pulled up my shirt. I started shivering from fear. He left a message.

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