Week #33 - Amwolf
It was a dark and gloomy evening at our local graveyard. We were supposed to be going trick or treating, but we followed one of my friends who thought they knew a short cut. We stumbed our toes on the ancient graves and when I passed my Great Grandad’s grave stone, we all heard a noise. We heard deafening screams that echoed through the cold night like zombies. I was petrified. I saw a couple of the graves lids started moving off their coffins. I jumped, scared out of my skin and sprinted out of the graveyard, never looking back.