by Donna Cooper

Created on: October 26, 2007   Last Updated: October 27, 2007

A cemetery is a strange place. Not for the obvious reasons that you would think. Of course, they are filled with dead bodies, and are an overall gloomy place to visit, but that's not what intrigues me about them.

I was sitting on the train, starring out the window, when we passed a cemetery. What was strange about this one was the fact that it had a solid 8-foot wall with barbed wired spiraled around the top. It got me to wondering: Who are they trying to keep out?

As curious as a cat, I couldn't help but to check things out.

That evening, I walked the several blocks from my apartment to the cemetery with the concrete wall. At first there didn't appear to be a gate, to get into the cemetery, which I found very peculiar, but nonetheless more intriguing. I continued to walk along the wall that never seemed to end.

I turned the corner and found myself staring down a dark street. The street lamps appeared to be out, and there wasn't a person in sight. I hesitated for a moment, and then continued along the concrete wall. The further I walked, the darker it became. All the light seemed to extinguish as I walked on. I ran my fingers along the wall as I walked, the darkness was overwhelming and making it hard to see.

Finally, I felt the wall disappear beneath my fingers and I was startled by the sudden cold that seized my fingers. Realizing that I was now touching a cold, iron gate, I gave a little chuckle. Giving the door a little push, it creaked open.

I suddenly felt unsettled. It seemed strange that a cemetery with such measures to keep people out would overlook such a thing as an unlocked gate. Figuring it was luck I stepped inside the unnaturally dark cemetery.

As soon as I took two steps into the cemetery, what little light there was to begin with seemed to extinguish and the hair in my lungs sucked right out. Panic crept up my spine as every hair on my body began to vibrate with apprehension.

Something wasn't right.

I turned around to leave, only to realize that the gate I had come through had disappeared. Only darkness remained where the gate once stood. Turning around quickly, I felt the cold air surround me like a blanket. A suffocating blanket.

Fear paralyzed me, but only for a moment. The very next moment a sound, then a touch, made me scream out loud. Only, the scream didn't carry like it normally would when a person is standing in the middle of a deserted cemetery where you could hear a spider spinning its web. Instead, it fell flat as if the cold night air absorbed

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