Tatiana Martinez

The Haunted Grave

Crisp and cold was the best way to describe how the area felt right about now. Nyx and her friends stood in front of the entrance to the rumored haunted cemetery. “Well here we are everyone. So... who is gonna go in first?” One of the males, Aaron had spoke. Aaron had been talking to the group of friends about this cemetery for months. But even he seemed hesitant on entering the graveyard first, to much of a scaredy-cat of the unknown. The group of friends looked at each other and stood silent, not one wanting to speak up or move first. With a huff and kick of her combat boots Nyx finally spoke up and stated “I’ll go, figuring that no one else wants to go.” With that she turned heel towards the gate, once there she undid the latch and headed into the graveyard. The air seeming thick yet colder once she stepped past the threshold.