Gothic tale: Gorm's Garden

It was a wet and cold night, the rain was pouring down from the sky, and my body was completely saturate. I had my old dirty uniform on , filled with holes and mud. I had the same uniform in the last decade. “Green fingers” was the name of the park company I had been working for in the last twenty years. I worked in a very old park called “Gorm’s Garden”. The park was a little cozy place where people were happy, chilled and play card games, had picnic and all those things. That’s how it was at the day, but when the sun past away, and people go home, then the park transforms into a dark abandoned place where scary and mysterious thing happens. Now I come into the story. For in the last few months my colleagues and I become fewer and fewer, nobody knows the reason. Now I am staying here alone. I have got a job, that is to find out what is going on when the night is coming. Elsewhere will I soon be past in “Green fingers”. It’s beginning to be late, so I decided to go home. I was home alone in my house. My house was very old, the door and the floor were creaking with every little touch. The roof was nearly rotten up, and the wall was fill with holes and other unevenness. Overall, the house needs a very big renovation. I couldn’t sleep, many thoughts were driving in my head. Where are my colleagues? are they dead? Will I be the next? It was about to be the next day, and it wasn’t much I had slept, so I was very tired. I should first go on the job late on the evening, so I decided to take a little nap. I was still a little bit sleepy, but it was time to go over in the park. This time was my good friend Tim also on the job. Tim was a tall and muscular man, much should happen before he will be scared, he was perfect for the job. The clock was nine in the evening, so people were about to leave the park. The hours were running, and it became darker and darker. We were alone in the park, but it felt like there was another one. We kept walking around in the park, it was hard to see anything, only some few lamps were turned on with weak light. But we knew we should still keep the work on, and stay together. It begins to be colder, and the wind came with high power. It was storming, leaves and other thing was flying around our heads. I could hear the sound of the waves in the little sea. The clock was twelve, and we were about to go home, but then suddenly the light turns off. I could hear a scream, it sounded like Tim. I got scared, the sweat was dripping down my back. I called him, but no answer came again. The light turns on, and nobody could be seen. NOAH H. HINSCH