Hi everyone! I'm excited to share one of my best stories with you, and I hope you'll enjoy it. I haven't completed the story yet, but if you're interested, I can finish it and share the rest in my next post.
THE SCARY GRAVEYARD:
Night had already fallen. The cold was intensifying. Everyone was asleep in their beds. A gentle breeze was blowing, and the weather was ripe for rain. This was a small village where people would finish their work and head home as soon as evening fell. The village had only one large graveyard, which had a massive gate that was opened in the morning and closed at dusk. The graveyard's caretakers, responsible for its maintenance and preparing graves, lived there. They were a family that had been doing this work for a long time. The family consisted of an old man, his son, and his wife.
