I continued sprinting through the large and unpleasant graveyard, my breaths were hard and I was tiring. My sides hurt, either from a wound or from running I could not tell. I was scared and I didn't want to stop, but my lack of energy forced me to falling on my knees.

I tried to crawl until I came to a monstrous sized tree. I stopped and pulled myself across the grass. I rolled over and sat upright, leaning against the rough and brown bark. I shut my eyes and caught my breath before I reopened them and looked at my surroundings.

It was very dark and foggy. So foggy I was having trouble breathing. The trees were leafless and obviously dead. Birds and any other animals were nowhere in sight. The graves were rough and chipped, dirty and dull. I knew it was because there was no living gravekeeper. But what truly startled me was some of the graves leaned over at the bottom of the hill.

There tips were drowned in blood. The blood was dried and stained, and no grass was growing near the stinking stones. I closed my eyes and felt tears squeezing out of my lids. How blood got there I didn't know, and I didn't want to find out.

I heard barking. I jerked my head up and swung it towards both sides. A dog? That would me an owner too.

I pushed myself off the grass and stumbled down the small hill. The barking grew louder, so the dog was getting nearer. I took my time edging around the fragile stones.

Something did not feel right. I could hear my own heart beat, and a distant knocking in the back of my mind. I had never felt like it before. I felt alone, and more importantly in danger. I pulled out my flashlight and clicked it on. It was getting even harder to see. The barking grew even closer.

The phone in my jacket pocket went crazy like the radio had. It sounded like it was groaning. A loud screech was in it's background. A bark echoed from behind me.

It sounded quiet and the phone quit. I turned around and looked at the ground. I could barely seen the form of the tiny animal in the dark. I flung my light over and on it's body.

I screamed and pushed myself back. Before me was standing a skinned, eyeball and toungeless dog. The decaying creature had cords and wires stuck in it's body, as if it had been stabbed through and tied up before. I continued to retreat but it followed me. It started growling, but sounded more like a giant growling cat than a dog. My flashlight was bouncing in all directions. It caught the glimpse of another creature, with the same exact structure as this one. The dog ran towards me, just as fast as any little dog could have.

I ran and dropped my light. The monster quickly snatched me by the ankle and yanked me down. I screamed and felt raw teeth puncturing my leg. I tried to shake it off, but it continued to drag me. It had more power than I expected. I tried grabbing onto the ground in front of me with both my hands, but I was still being pulled.

My palm ran lightly over a thin metal object. I squeezed it in my hand and swung it over my body and located the moving corpse. I aimed it and sliced it through the air, smacking the mutt across it's mindless skull. I heard it yipe and my eye caught it tumbling through the air.

It's partner was not so quick, and I heard it darting towards me. I smacked it with a heavy blow and watched it's head bash into a gravestone. The stone was pointed and the dog's head slid easily and perfectly around the rock. It quiet moving and blood quickly and quietly stained the area around it.

I quickly got up and took off, but I did not catch sight of the other dog. I wasn't sure if it was dead, or may I say silenced, but I wasn't going to stick around and see.

I continued to run until I ended up reaching a worn out shack. Letters were written on a sign near it in deep red colors, but I could not understand them. The shack was lone and smelled terrible. But I thought it may have been my ticket out of here. I walked around it and found a rough brown wooden door fit imperfectly in the walls of scratchy lumber.

I thought it would be an easy push to open, but it was tougher than it appeared to be. I pushed on it, twisted the knob and beat my shoulder into it. It barely made noise. I continued hitting it. I started beating it with my bar and kicking it, but I did very little. I gave up and wandered around the shack, looking for a window to break open. No windows were on it. I continued around it and my leg smacked against a short mass popping from out of the ground. I fell on top of it and through wooden doors, which broke very easy, and was tossed down thin stairs. My legs hit the dirt walls while I was bounced about down the steps.

My face smacked the dirt and I opened my eyes. I could see in here, but barely. Candles were lit somewhere.

I pushed myself up on my wobbling legs, and looked around. The strange letters were pasted along all the walls. There was some sort of map drawn out on the wall the right of me, but had scribbles and marks like someone was planning something and continued to mess up. I limped down a narrow hall way that had a speck of light showing at the end. I reached the room and could see clearly. The room looked peacefull, but no where near felt like it. I felt disturbed standing in the room.

All that was in it was a small table with a black book in the middle of it. It was thin, but filled with uncomprehendable letters and widely opened, as if someone had just been reading it. Different shades of powder was spilled on top of the table and a little on the floor, but there was no sign of empty bottles or cartons. Two tall candles were on either side of the book, the wax was melting, so the last person to have lit them did it hours ago.

I didn't dare touch any of the items scattered on the table, but I found a tiny golden key laying near it. A note was attached to it, and I carefully picked up both items. I opened the paper, not caring that I was being nosey.

May 21

I keep telling her to leave. But she won't, she keeps coming back at midnight and screaming at the top of her lungs. I even got her arrested, but she claims demons are possessing her and making her do bad things. Bad things? I just want her to stay out my graveyard.

I stared at the parchment reading it over and over. I guess the gravekeeper had a mentally ill woman visiting him on a nightly basis. Whatever it was didn't seem to help me much, but I stuffed the worn paper in my pocket with my phone.

My phone started ringing and a great warming blanket of relief swept over me. I raced to snatch it out of my pocket and looked at the caller name.

402 - 554 - 3224

Liz

But Lisa was dead. The phone continued to ring and I slowly looked around the room. I was becoming more frightened just standing in that area. I turned back to my phone and clicked the small green button. I pulled it up to my ear.

"...Hello...?" The minute I asked the voice on the other side screamed. I yanked it away and my ear stung, and the noise the phone and the radio had let loose before was playing at full volume. I was listening more carefully this time, and it sounded like the moans and groans of monsters. Was it a warning?

The table behind me tossed over and I sped out of the room, without seeing who or what hit it. When I reached the hallway the light went out from the candles crashing, and I couldn't see. I guided myself with the walls and didn't stop.

I found the stairs and crawled up them, I felt a few break under the pressure my feet and hands smacked them. They were poorly made and I wondered how they lasted the first time I fell.

I reached ground and pulled myself on to the grass. I kept crawling afraid something was chasing me, but if something was down there it hadn't followed me. I noticed that the graveyard had changed since I was gone. I could see a lot easier, and I noticed torches were lit in a few places. Something about the graves did not seem right either.

I found my self approaching my cousin's grave. The entire area was dug up, and the coffin was ripped to pieces and scattered across the ground. I looked around and saw a few more graves dug up and broken. I walked over to the largest gravestone of the disturbed corpses.

Taylor R. Colemen

No date and no notes were written. The other grave was also the same.

Janet S. Roggers

I did not recognize the names and they were useless information to me. Liz did not know them, I never heard her speak of a Janet or a Taylor, nor did she know any people with the last name Coleman or Roggers.

I stepped back and felt my heel kick the flashlight I dropped. I turned around to pick it up. I wonder if it meant the dog was still moving and nearby.

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