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CHAPTER TWO: THE GRAVEYARD


It was a dark, starry night. Much to beautiful for such a horrible night. She walked, slowly, and cursing at her new ex, with every step. However she was at the gate in really no time at all. Maybe a few minutes. But to her it was an eternity, and she was glad of it. She picked the lock with her hair pin. A very handy hair pin to have for dares. One that she kept in her shoes for such occasions. Then carefully removed the old antique lock and opened the rusty, squeaky gate. And with reluctance walked in.

She walked slowly and carefully. Careful not to run into any head stones, since the graveyard was so old and full that there was no path. She didn't need anymore bad luck. And regretfully searching. For what she had no idea. She'd never seen one before.