Post by Fen on Jan 10, 2014 23:50:33 GMT -6

say what you mean
tell me i'm right and let the sun rain down
on me. give me a sign. i want to believe
on me. give me a sign. i want to believe
This wasn't her normal route, and she felt herself looking around at every shadow as she hurried through the graveyard. It was bigger than she thought, and before she knew it the sun had set and she still hadn't found her way back home. She cursed her curious nature and her eyes grew wide to take in the darkness, the chill in the air making her breath leave her mouth in a cloud of smoke. She shivered, looking at the many headstones that dotted the grounds. Her fur rose just thinking about all the dead that had been laid to res here. She had heard stories of others seeing...things. Things that weren't normal. Supernatural things. She felt more and more scared with every step, with every cracking of a twig or the rustling of leaves in the trees.
Wait...Was that a dog? No, couldn't be. Dogs hardly came here. She was the only soul in the graveyard that night, unless there were indeed a few restless ones creeping around. The thought of it made her more frantic and ready to get out. She started heading in s straight line. Surely she would run into a fence or something she could squeeze under and escape the creepy place.
She hurried her pace, her feet almost moving at a runner's pace now as she trotted though the graveyard. She could see the city lights all the way around her, but which way was right? Which way would lead her back to her comfortable, yet small, bed free of all boogie men and baddies? She weaved her way through the headstones, hoping nothing was behind her. She wasn't looking back. No matter what.
Wait...Was that a dog? No, couldn't be. Dogs hardly came here. She was the only soul in the graveyard that night, unless there were indeed a few restless ones creeping around. The thought of it made her more frantic and ready to get out. She started heading in s straight line. Surely she would run into a fence or something she could squeeze under and escape the creepy place.
She hurried her pace, her feet almost moving at a runner's pace now as she trotted though the graveyard. She could see the city lights all the way around her, but which way was right? Which way would lead her back to her comfortable, yet small, bed free of all boogie men and baddies? She weaved her way through the headstones, hoping nothing was behind her. She wasn't looking back. No matter what.
JULIET RYDER ;; UNAFFILIATED