I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I make my way through the old cemetery. The moon is barely visible through the thick fog that has settled over the graves, creating an eerie atmosphere that sends shivers down my spine.
I’ve been feeling stressed lately, and I thought a late-night walk through the cemetery might help me clear my head. But now, as I wander through the rows of old gravestones, I realize that I might have made a terrible mistake.
Suddenly, I hear a sound that sends chills down my spine. It’s a low, guttural growl, and it’s coming from somewhere nearby. I turn around to run, but something grabs my ankle and pulls me to the ground.
I scream as I feel cold fingers wrapping around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. My vision starts to fade as I struggle to break free, but it’s no use. The thing holding me down is too strong.
As I gasp for air, I see a figure emerging from the fog. It’s a tall, dark figure with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws. It bends down to whisper in my ear, and its breath is cold and foul-smelling.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” it hisses. “This is the land of the dead, and you are not welcome.”
I try to scream, but no sound comes out. The figure laughs and disappears into the fog, leaving me alone in the cemetery.
I manage to crawl to my feet and stumble back towards the gate, praying that I will make it out alive. But as I reach the edge of the cemetery, I hear a voice calling my name.
“Come back,” it whispers. “We have been waiting for you.”
And then everything goes black.