The Graveyard

As I cycled home,I noticed a graveyard,and cycled towards it.My black tires crunched on top of the white stones.When I arrived I parked my silver bike,and opened I gate of the graveyard.The big oak trees blocked the sunlight so I got a bit chilly.I saw grey moldy graves,I knew they were old.As I got closer I found a dead pigeon leaking with blood.Suddenly,birds flew out of the old oak tree above.

As quick as a flash,my adrenaline rush clambered up my spine.I knew it was time to get out; something, someone opened the gate….

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