The old graveyard

The old graveyard

Your playing in the old graveyard it's fun climbing on the stones, until you feel a icy cold breeze that chills you through your bones

Yes it maybe nearly midnight and tomorrow's Halloween but the strange fog now that's rising is like nothing you've ever seen

Oh my God you heard an owl you're beginning to shake with fear, you now hear strange noises and feel like someone or somethings near

You hear some twigs breaking it sounds like you are not alone, you can't even call for help there's no reception on your mobile phone

Now you're regretting what seemed like a great idea, you thought ghost hunting would be fun, but now you're full of fear but you can't seem to run

The fear was now closing in you feel there's spirits all around, you're mind telling you it's time to go but your feet are frozen to the ground

Your heartbeats now racing a million scary thoughts are running through your head, you shouldn't have come to the old graveyard and stayed tucked up in your bed

Ron