_{~It’s not just the dead people and the creepy gravestones that make me afraid of cemeteries.}

The truth is, I’m not really afraid of ALL cemeteries, just one particular cemetery. One that I wasn’t even supposed to be at on that day.

Of course I didn’t believe in monsters, or ghosts. I didn’t make the whole thing up. I’m not crazy. If there were a logical explanation, I would’ve believed it in a heartbeat. I don’t think supernatural stuff is real.

If there’d been a logical explanation.~

It was starting to get colder as the seasons moved from summer to fall. The school year had begun, and I was still trying to get used to highschool.

Since it was a Saturday, I decided I wanted to do something. I texted Peter, saying, “Do u want to go 4 a bike ride?”

A couple of minutes later, he replied, “Where 2?”