Honestly, I have no idea how
I got here. I guess it was my own stupidity, really. Just a few
hours ago, I was at home with my best friend, Andrea, with
nothing to do on a Saturday night, and then I end up in our local
cemetery. She's just absolutely convinced that there are
ghosts haunting this place. She's absolutely insane, and I
know we're just wasting our time, basically waiting for
something that will scare us so badly that we'll never be
brave enough to leave our houses again. Still, I was stupid
enough to let her beg me to come down here and spend the night
walking over dead people in the middle of fall, freezing my butt
off.
"Okay, so, my sister said that all we need to
do is take out a phone and record our voices tonight. Apparently,
we can't hear ghosts with our own ears, but if we play it
back when we get home, we'll be able to hear ghosts of, like,
dead people talking to us." She said to me, as if she
didn't realize just how ludicrous that sounded. It was
clearly just some bull crap her sister made up off the top of her
head to try and scare her. I bit back the thoughts running
through my head as she continued, "I also heard that 3 am is
the peak of paranormal activity or something like that. You know,
when hauntings are most likely to occur. So I think
I'll wait until then to take my phone out, because
'they' might not want to talk until then."
I was seriously wondering if she was alright in the
head or something. Why was she so infatuated with these ghosts
and haunting's We finally started to move away from the gate,
which we'd been standing next to since we came in. I
didn't think that was such a good idea. This place was so
creepy at night. I was getting shivers up my spine just thinking
about this place. Graveyards were bad enough in the daytime, the
night time absolutely amplified the eerie place.
The more we walked around, silence settled between
us, the more I was ready to just leave. I swear there were
shadows of people behind every tombstone, and sets of eyes just
staring us down and following us wherever we went in here. I
zipped my jacket up a little higher and folded my arms across my
chest, suddenly feeling as if the temperature had possibly
dropped a good 10 degrees. Surely it was all my imagination,
though. I was just letting everything Andrea had said get to
me.
As we were walking around, we both heard something.
It was a loud crack, as if someone close by had stepped on a
twig. Andrea and I both jumped, and clung on to each other,
wrapping our arms around the other. Our breath was ragged, our
hearts were racing and our bodies were shaking. At least I knew I
wasn't the only one who heard it. We gripped each other a
little tighter and I squeezed my eyes as tights as I could, not
daring to look behind me, not wanting to see who or what could be
there. I just sat there, paralyzed with fear, half expecting to
be brutally murdered by whatever had been watching us, half
expecting a friend to start laughing and go on about how
priceless our reaction was. After what felt like at least an
hour, Andrea loosened her grip on me and turned her head, to see
what had made the noise. I heard her let out a sigh of relief and
felt her tap my shoulder, signaling for me to turn around. I
slowly opened my eyes and turned my head a little bit, only to
see that there was nothing there. How was that possible? I know
that something had made that noise, it wasn't just my
imagination. Andrea had heard it too. I could tell by her
expression that she was thinking the same thing I was, she was
now just as freaked out as I was. Neither of us dared to speak,
too afraid that something would hear us. We just started walking
a little faster than earlier, to anywhere but there.
