The graveyard was completely silent and appeared to be deserted, but I could sense that someone close by was trying to say something. I looked over my shoulder, and saw nothing, I looked over my other shoulder. There was nothing there, but I could feel it.
I walked over to a grave, I looked at the tombstone, it said Lara Smith, dead 20 – 04 – 1999. It was a beautiful tombstone it was smooth as a mirror with a little heart in the bottom left corner.
I looked up the date on my smartphone. It was the day of the columbine massacre. I walked a bit more and saw a shadow, far away.
I thought it was a deer at first, but then started it to run at me. At first, I was afraid I was terrified but then it suddenly stopped.
I could only see the shadow not a body, but the shadow was shaped as a man, a big man. I ran across the graveyard as fast as I could, but the shadow kept following me.
I was scared and hoped for someone to come and save me.
I ran to the abandon chapel, opened the heavy door to the chapel. I put a bench in front of the door and hoped he couldn’t get thru. The door started breaking. I started looking for something that I could hit the shadow with.
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