My fur rustling in the wind, goose bumps down my back, my big beady eyes glancing up at the moon, My little legs gripping on the edge of the gravestone, Night time, I crawled out of the shadows, and into the light. It was silent, DEAD silent.
My little legs rolled up into a little ball, and my fur stuck up like lots of little twigs, something wasn’t right. I could hear a whistling sound in my ear (whesle), “What, what is that, is someone there?, hello,” my eyes went back and forth across the graveyard, but there was nothing.
I knew I was dreaming so I closed my eyes and counted to 3, 1, 2, 3.
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