Digital Art made by me
They entered the gloomy cemetery, where the mist covered the old stones.
Mystery hung over them like an eerie veil.
As they approached the outer wall, unsure of what drew them to this sacred place, the woman's voice startled the silence.
-There," she said, pointing to an old tombstone, -I am buried there myself.
Her companions paused, startled by the strange revelation of her words.
Terror seized them.
They all ran to save the short distance that separated them from the wall.
Some stumbled and fell, picking themselves up as if propelled by a spring.
She stood still, laughing at their reaction, and continued to walk slowly out of the place.
It was three times now that she had made the same joke and the reaction had always been the same.