The Grave Yard

One boring but sunny day, I got my dented bicycle out for a ride round our village. I rode at moderate speed until I came to a  cold grave yard. It was full of over grown weeds and dead grass with fading concrete grave stones. Suddenly, an urge to pass through that rusted old gate surged through me.I passed through the broken, splintered gate. Biting my nails, I looked around. The looming grave stones looked like they were going to claps on me. Suddenly, I spotted  a a motionless pigeon. It was DEAD!!! In the corner of my eye, I noticed the gate, witch was opening simultaneously. To my horror, I heard ghostly foot steps. They were getting louder and LOUDER…..

 

 

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