One damp foggy night I ventured through a graveyard with a flashlight in my hand and the full moon hanging low in the sky to light my way. I saw a tombstone leaning against a barren and weathered tree. 

Through the purple hue of the night I saw scratched writing on its surface. I read the words, “we will see you soon”.

There was a violent screeching as the graveyard gates burst open. I screamed in terror and turned to run into the mist. I tripped and fell on a rotted tree root that had crawled out of the ground.