Nobody else was there. Just me. All alone on my bike. The clock tower struck a warning but I continued. The brightness of the day had tricked me into a false sense of security. I should have listened- I would come to regret that choice for the rest of my life. Cycling forwards, I approached the gate. Crows screamed. The gate creaked. The clock chimed. What were they trying to tell me? Why didn't I listen?
I jumped off my bike and entered the graveyard: it was desolate and it felt like it had been forgotten for years. It was at that moment, I felt like I was being watched. Watched by something. Watched by someone. Why didn't I listen? I was wrong. There was someone there. It wasn't just me. I wasn't all alone.