The Graveyard’s Mood

It’s the middle of the night and I’m walking through the crypts, as I keep walking I see
people looking at me, but not sure whom or what. I stopped for a minute just to look around
and realize what was going on. O notice voices around me like whispers talking to each
other’s ears and in a deep sound I gear an owl which is in a tree, the light of the moon it
touches the owls wings and it lights the path that I’m walking. My nose perceives the wet
leaves that fell from the trees after the rain of last night.

I feel the sights of every ghost and spirit of the graveyard even though no one cares about
my presence. My feelings are, intrigue and more restlessness than fear.
I keep looking around and I can see the stars though the branches of the trees, the cold wind
cooling down my hands and face.

I keep walking and as I walk I have the strong feeling that someone is looking at me, I look
back and there is man staring at me, waiting for my next movement. My first thought is if
what he was feeling and if my feelings were changeable because of him. I didn’t notice
more than he’s look over me. My unconscious betrays me, my skin starts to getting hot, my
ears and eyes become sensitive and my feet want to run away; keep calm, I thought. Finally
I crossed the graveyard with the only feeling of going to the street besides the light
flickering in the pavement. I’m holding breath looking at the graveyard.