As I rode my Daily route with birds singing in the background, I came across a hard stony path, all of a sudden the path had stopped. In front of me was a, shattered gate made out of wood. A church bell rang like it was the end. I leaped off my Apollo Rock Rider bike. Carefully, I pulled open the gate, hoping no one would see or catch me,my heart pounding. There was a dead bird, My feet forced me into the graveyard. All the gravestones were mossy, and stated freaking me out. Just Then, the gate swung open. Suddenly, all the birds flapped away. They flapped like someone was trying to shoot them. What was it?