MURMURS FROM THE GRAVEYARD

A chill wind moaned through the ancient oaks that bordered the graveyard. The wan moonlight illuminated the crumbling headstones in an eerie light. Cries echoed softly on the damp earth, sending shudders down my back. I leaned closer to the weathered inscription on a nearby grave. Was it possible? The copyright seemed to shift before my gaze, whisp