The old field

Slowly, Jay creeped down the stairs, dodging the creaking step. When he reached the bottom, he stood silent all he heard was thunder and rain. The dog found its way through his legs, wanting to be let out. A hour later, he entered the Deadman’s grave. Gigantic trees towered over his head. It wasn’t long till he found the Old Field. The field glittered in the dark. A few flys run past him. Jay sat down and watched the shimmering moon shine.




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