The gloomy graveyard was full of thick, dark mist as the black sky above swarmed the area. James had no other choice but to enter the graveyard, he opened the old creaky gate every sound made him jump out of his skin. Step by step he slowly walked along the narrow path. Suddenly a squirrel jumped from the bushes and landed on James’s leg. He screamed “Aaaaaaaah! Help they’ve got me”. No one came. He lay there on the floor petrified, after a minute he realised what had actually just happened to him. Little did he know his nightmares were about to become a reality. He calmed down and then started to walk again even more cautiously than before. A small growl came from a distance, James stopped. He couldn’t move. The sound turned into a crack and a scream, soon the sounds would turn into the horror national anthem. A disgusting smell wafted up his nose. He wanted to turn around but he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t resist it. That very moment was the last of his life.