slowly, polly bent down. She was hoping that the ghost dogs hadn’t followed her to the graveyard. The thunder crashed against one of the graves and then boomed down against all the others. Suddenly the thunder stopped and the rain pored down. Slowly large hands emerged out of the graves. They had claws as sharp and long as knives placed on top of every single finger.  Then whatever was in the graves sat up they all then turned there faces towards her. When she could see them clearly she knew what was in the grave it was about 120 ghost dogs. There long pointed horns on all of there heads. She ran. But then pawed. She was starting at the gate into his large red eyes!