Prologue
I've always thought the graveyard was a beautiful place to be in when the sun is still shining. That's the only way I could calm down, feeling the wind dancing in my hair. Okay, I know what this may sound to you, that I'm an emo freak who likes sitting in graveyards, writing stories, but I'm not. I can't explain what draws me to the graveyard, but the one thing I wouldn't dare to do is go there at night. I don't know why exactly, but at night it gives me the creeps. During the day it is very, I mean completely, different.
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