Walking home again and I noticed the flowers all over the floor of the woods. This path leads through a few graveyards and an abandoned crematorium. Once you walked passed the haunted abandoned buildings you start to feel lighter, when approaching the place you start to feel restless and unsettled with a feeling of something is watching your every step.
I have heard stories and figure it was just stories to tell around a campfire with your friends but soon enough I learn they stories only tell apart of whats really going on. I used to walk past the graveyards every day on the way to school sometimes we would take the bus but most of the time we would walk because someone was holding up the group. One day we decided to walk to school and we noticed a few of the grave headstones was flipped around backward Nobody said anything but you can tell what they were thinking by the way they looked at the flipped headstones was speechless. We moved passed it and the next few days we took the buss. No one really said anything but it was a strange unanimous choice we all agreed on with out speaking a word.
