Week 33: Malo

It was a Friday night. There was a scary rumour that something strange was in the graveyard, next to Alley Street. My friend and I set to see what that thing was. We arrived at the graveyard just after 10 o’clock. We went to the monument of the dead and crept inside. As we entered, deafening screams echoed through the cold night. We bravely kept going in. The screaming stopped and we heard loud footsteps behind us. When we thought the person was gone a blood stained hand touched my shoulder. I ran out of there as fast as I could.