Graveyard Watch
As the sun sets and the moon rose, I came to do my job. You see I'm a graveyard watcher. Tonight the fog was crimson and misty. Some of the graves have been demolished. I know someones
been here. Abruptly I see a figure in the distance. "Hey you," I shouted, "get out of here!" Before I knew it the figure came closer, it had red eyes. I dashed fast but tripped over a grave. The figure got me and knocked me out. I woke and found myself in a grave.
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