The mysterious churchyard
As the thick, ominous, menacing clouds gathered their army,
the boy’s ears sensed daunting groans and terrifying screams come from further
in the chapel. The stench of decaying corpses filled the thin air. Was this
usual in a haunted churchyard? Crunchy, rustling leaves swirled by gusts of
strong wind, the gates squeaked loudly like a rat, vague whispers echoed in the
distance, fragments of snow white fog circulating him as the trees danced,
surrounding him. A howl entered the background. Suddenly a mysterious figure,
who was wearing long, black boots, slouched behind an old, crumbling grave. He
approached the boy and…………………………
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