6 of 32

Write now Article Tools

Page 2 of 2

it as soon as it left my lips.

I tried to run, but my legs were rooted in their spot. I couldn't move. The ominous air was smothering me, stealing the air from my lungs, bit by bit.

Suddenlylong, icy fingers gripped my throat and all went black. I took in a mouthful of cold hair and heard myself gasp. All ..

Finally, I felt myself picking up my legs to move. I began to run as fast as I could. Headstones and monuments jumped out at me as I ran with out knowledge of where I was going. Statues of angels and stone gargoyles seemed to be reaching out for me as I ranpain searing in my chest, the cold air tearing at my lungs.

I heard the leaves shuffling behind me as I ran, but I was too scared to see if someone, or something, was following me. With a loud crack, and a cry of pain I hit what felt like a brick wall. In fact, it was an 8-foot high, concrete wall. I had found it.

A wave of hope overwhelmed me as I began to run a long the wall, looking for a gate, like the one that let me in. I ran for what seemed like miles and nothing. No way, out. I jumped, trying to grab onto something, in order to climb the wall, but found nothing. I took a breath, and looked to each side, fear and panic threatening to overcome me. I could see something to my right.

Maybe, just maybe, if I could climb on top, I could climb over the wall. I ran to the stone mausoleum that stood next to the wall. As I was climbing to the top of the stone structure, I looked at my escape route and cried out in despair.

I had forgotten. Barbed wire glinted menacingly in the darkness. There was no way out.

And that's when I realized. The cemetery wasn't trying to keep people out.

It wanted to keep me in.

Learn more about this author, Donna Cooper.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.

• << previous page
• 1
• 2

Add your voice

Know something about Short stories: Halloween tales?
We want to hear your view. Write now!