This week’s task: the classic Gothic horror genre in 100 words
I wasn’t enthusiastic about investigating the strange happenings in the town cemetery. The flashes of lighting made the tombstones more ominous than normal. I was sure I saw people on the headstones watching me.
I tried to calm myself but the further I went the less confident I became.
It was the gentle touch on my shoulder that did me in. That and the ugly smell that invaded my senses sending my mind into a spin.
Afraid to turn, I ran, tripped and ran again.
I shivered for hours after. The laughter as I ran still haunts me.