The Thirteen Hours of Halloween… Hour 12 ….

I decide, that I must have gotten mixed up as I ran from the creature that followed. This had to be the wrong graveyard, all of the stones were so old. Names and dates from the seventeenth century. I did not understand. The church that was down the hill, it was still there, but the graveyard I was in there were no crosses, no signs of religion. What on earth was going on? A flash of light appeared. Someone else had materialized, and the creature decided to investigate. I hid from the monster as it drifted nearby. I can’t even find the words to describe it. I had to avert my eyes. As soon as it passed, I was up on my feet and headed to the church.

©2015 ML Steele

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