As you walk through the grave yard, you looked at some of the stone head, but could not really make out many of them... like the names and dates were eroded away for a long time.
Then if there was any, there were more quotes than names or dates... some of them read more like riddles.
You kept walking towards the tall structure, wondering how the heck the fog was so thick as to hide the large building. You thought you saw something move out of the corner of your eye, something moving in the windows of the large wooden building.
You felt your heart leap and your nuts shrink into you as fear started to build up, but you tried to calm down... maybe it was someone who actually lives here... maybe.
You step quietly onto the creaking wooden porch and the creaks grew louder as you walked closer to the large front double doors that seemed to go as high as the second floor. You spot something like a door bell and with a shaky hand, raise to press into it, and heard it go faintly go off somewhere inside the building.
You look back behind you to barely see the traces of the iron fence that's most likely surrounding the place, which the fog seemed to thicken further and swallowing the fence whole, leaving only white and grey mist for you to see beyond the tomb stones that scatter about.
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