Adams Cemetery.
It is dark and gloomy in the grave yards, yet they come alive at night.
Robert and Ann Marie were driving down the eerie Dover road near Adams Cemetery one Saturday night on their way home from Ann's birthday party that a friend threw for her.
It was so dark that night going down the road that you could hardly see to the sides of the road. Yet the street lights made it easy to see in Adams Cemetery and all the graves.
Ann Marie's eyes were so fixed on the Cemetery when they were passing by: She was startled, when Robert interrupted her gaze by saying:
"Ann Marie why are your eyes so glued to that old Cemetery for?"
"What?" She answered eyes still fixed on the Cemetery.
Robert then had to repeat himself.
She then said: "It's just that..." Then she hesitated and continued: "Well, I thought that I saw someone that didn't look human walk around the Cemetery."
"Oh, nonsense, there wouldn't be anyone or thing over there this late at night. I don't even think that the caretaker would be there at this late hour." Robert declared.
Are you going to go and check it out Robert or are you too chicken? Robert you always act so brave. But, that's not your true colors....is it?
Alright, if it a keep you quiet. Lets go.
Robert then put on his brakes on and backed up to the cemetery gate. It was late and the gate was closed. Robert breathed a big sign of relied. The gate's locked Ann. "What now?"
Climb over the fench then.....Ann said with her hands on her hips.
"Boy, I tell you." Robert said under his breath.
"What was that?" Ann said.
Robert just climbed over the fench not saying a word. Trying to see where he was going, and wishing that he had a flash-light. Tripping over tomb stones all the way. Suddenly he thought he heard someone or thing behind him.
Ann was waiting by the fench wondering what was taking Robert so long, and thinking why can't I mind my own business?
Meanwhile with Robert. "Who's there?" Robert said loudly, knowing that he heard some foot-steps. " I've got a gun." He said sticking his hand in his pocket.
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Writen by: Debbie Bullard
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