I turned around to see what it was, but there was nothing there.

I kept walking and then I saw something moving in the shadows. It looked like someone… or something… was following me!

My heart started beating faster as I ran towards my house, which was not far away from the cemetery. When I reached my front door, I saw that it had been left wide open! Something must have happened while I was gone!

As soon as I walked inside, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs: someone was walking around up there! And then… suddenly… everything went black!

From the moment she stepped into the cemetery, she knew she was in trouble.

First, there was the smell: a rotting, earthy odor that reminded her of something she couldn't quite place. Then there were the sounds—first an eerie chanting, then moaning and groaning that sounded like it was coming from every direction at once. Finally, there was the way that all of these sensations seemed to be moving closer and closer together until they felt like they were happening in tandem with each other, until they were all just one thing…

All around her, tombstones began to shudder and shake as if they were being buffeted by some kind of unseen wind. Or maybe it wasn't wind—maybe it was something else entirely.

The ground seemed to open up beneath her feet and swallow her whole—and then everything went black.

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain fell in great sheets, coming down hard enough to sting your skin. The wind howled like a banshee and whipped the leaves from the trees, swirling them around like an angry tornado.

The cemetery was empty, save for one man who sat by his wife's grave. He cried softly as he stared at her headstone. His eyes were red from crying but he didn't care if anyone saw him. All he cared about was getting back to his wife and daughter in time to say goodbye before they left him forever.

The man stood up slowly and began walking through the cemetery towards his car. The gate creaked as it swung open and closed behind him as he made his way to the exit of the graveyard. As he walked through the gate, something caught his attention on the other side of it—something moving quickly away from him into the woods that surrounded this place of rest for those who were gone too soon or whose lives had ended too soon due to illness or accident or other tragedy that had befallen them during their time here on Earth with us all around us!

I was walking home from the graveyard, my feet dragging and my hair stringy with sweat. I'd been working all day, and it had been a long day. My back ached and I couldn't wait to get home and rest on my couch.

But as soon as I rounded the corner onto Main Street, I knew something was wrong. There were people running down the road in every direction. Some of them were screaming, some of them were crying, some of them looked like they were in shock. And they were all heading toward me—towards me!—as if I had some sort of answer for whatever was happening around us.

"What's going on?" I asked an older woman who passed me by without even acknowledging my presence or her own terror-filled eyes.

She didn't answer me; she just kept running until she disappeared into the crowd ahead of us both.

"Where is everyone going?" I called after her, but still no answer came back except for more screams and cries as we got closer to the town square where most people seemed to be headed anyway so maybe this would explain what was happening here today

I stared at the gravestone, waiting for my date to arrive. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was shining down on me as I sat on top of the small hill overlooking the cemetery. I had been waiting for about 10 minutes when I heard something behind me.

I turned around quickly, but all I saw was a group of people walking through the cemetery. They were dressed in suits and looked like they were on their way to a funeral. I turned back around and started thinking about what my date would look like when she finally arrived.

It had been three years since we broke up, but she promised that she would never forget me. She even said that if we ever got back together again, she would make sure it was special by bringing me here to show off our new relationship status: "it's complicated."

As the minutes went by, my excitement grew stronger and stronger until finally—finally—she appeared!