The winter eve was dark,cold and grey.The moon with interminable gaps shifted back and forth in the veil of black clouds that scudded across the sky,to pour its silver gleaming light over the rugged terrain,through which an old Ford Angela was passing.Lightening flashed and the thunder roared as the car took a turn between old oak trees which in some places arced over the way,just like a tunnel.Massive frowning rocks stood on our either side forming strange silhoutte against the ashen sky.Apart from all the noticeable things that eve small ambigous creatures could also be seen soaring at the top of their speeds,perhaps returning to their homes or giving an early warning of the approaching storm.Soon a keen wind began to blow carrrying with it self small powdery snow.The clouds raged again with a deafening noise in a tinge of intimidation.
Nevertheless the car showed no signs of stopping,it kept on moving swiftly on the jagged road.For a further afew minutes it went straight befor stopping abruptly at the intersection.The driver took a second to make up his mind that whether to move left or right before taking a sharp turn towards the left winding way.
Soon a gloomy churchyard loomed give an eccentric panorama.The ramshackle graves and the undulating land manifested the ancient essence of the cemetery while the bristling bushes and the towering impenetrable trees which kept much of the place in their untimely shadow ,explained the rest.The unkempt grass and the overgrown weeds presented an over whelming affair.The mouldy tombstones of random heights ,each offered an indifferent style ,unlike of all the common churchyards.On some tombstone under heaps of snow lay flowers lank and dead as if kept ages ago and turning away in to dust.The whimsical writings engraved upon the graves related the details of those burried deep underneath the damp earth.Furthermore dust had encouraged the growth of algae where spiders and web had resumed their acquainted dominanace.Constant weathering had discoloured brass and silver platings upon the tombstones which feebly reflected oil lamp lights ,that hung over the bent,musty barks by dust encrusted chains .The silver mist which seemed to be rising from the damp earth had aggravated the already prevailing supernatural presence among the woods.The cicadas chirped under the shrivelled leaves in frustration over the dishevelled and irrisistible atmosphere.The distressed owls hooted as they shuffled restlessly in their damp nests which evidently showed that they were waiting in apprehension for this sordid night to tick away.The wind whistled through the leaves as the twisted barks smashed in to each other threateningly.
The car approached the scene with an extraordinary pace.The driver came out,looked sideways perceptively and began to stroll towards the graves.He was carrying a shovel .The crisp autumn leaves crunched loudly under his shoes as he walked.The man wore a black cloak which shifted un easily on his hunched back.He limped in the midst of the thickest trees as if hurt or stiff leg.He paused to and fro before stopping abruptly in his tracks.He bent down to ponder over the place of his discovery and then immediately set to his work.
The whole churchyard echoed noises of damp earth being pulled up as the shovel,repeatedly moved up and down.The man disappeared in the awful darkness and when the light flashed then one could almost have a distant vision of him fashioning the pit.Then utterly satisfied with himself ,he threw the spade at one side ,rubbed the sweat off his brow by his muddy fingers and set back towards the car breathing heavily.He opened the trunk with a loud clank ,and with all his might lifted a blue sleeping bag which despite his efforts to keep it steady fell with a muffled thud on the humus.The man lifted his head and glanced nervously around to see that if the noise had crated any turmoil.
Though not fully assured he began to drag the body towards the dug spot.The moon light which flew in turrets over the place was soon blotted out by dark clouds in order to hide the dreadfull spectacle.And when the moon reappeared there was the visitant standing beside plain earth staring fixedly at the spot with a look of fear in his eyes and retraced his way disappearing in the cloud of snow and wind.
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Nevertheless the car showed no signs of stopping,it kept on moving swiftly on the jagged road.For a further afew minutes it went straight befor stopping abruptly at the intersection.The driver took a second to make up his mind that whether to move left or right before taking a sharp turn towards the left winding way.
Soon a gloomy churchyard loomed give an eccentric panorama.The ramshackle graves and the undulating land manifested the ancient essence of the cemetery while the bristling bushes and the towering impenetrable trees which kept much of the place in their untimely shadow ,explained the rest.The unkempt grass and the overgrown weeds presented an over whelming affair.The mouldy tombstones of random heights ,each offered an indifferent style ,unlike of all the common churchyards.On some tombstone under heaps of snow lay flowers lank and dead as if kept ages ago and turning away in to dust.The whimsical writings engraved upon the graves related the details of those burried deep underneath the damp earth.Furthermore dust had encouraged the growth of algae where spiders and web had resumed their acquainted dominanace.Constant weathering had discoloured brass and silver platings upon the tombstones which feebly reflected oil lamp lights ,that hung over the bent,musty barks by dust encrusted chains .The silver mist which seemed to be rising from the damp earth had aggravated the already prevailing supernatural presence among the woods.The cicadas chirped under the shrivelled leaves in frustration over the dishevelled and irrisistible atmosphere.The distressed owls hooted as they shuffled restlessly in their damp nests which evidently showed that they were waiting in apprehension for this sordid night to tick away.The wind whistled through the leaves as the twisted barks smashed in to each other threateningly.
The car approached the scene with an extraordinary pace.The driver came out,looked sideways perceptively and began to stroll towards the graves.He was carrying a shovel .The crisp autumn leaves crunched loudly under his shoes as he walked.The man wore a black cloak which shifted un easily on his hunched back.He limped in the midst of the thickest trees as if hurt or stiff leg.He paused to and fro before stopping abruptly in his tracks.He bent down to ponder over the place of his discovery and then immediately set to his work.
The whole churchyard echoed noises of damp earth being pulled up as the shovel,repeatedly moved up and down.The man disappeared in the awful darkness and when the light flashed then one could almost have a distant vision of him fashioning the pit.Then utterly satisfied with himself ,he threw the spade at one side ,rubbed the sweat off his brow by his muddy fingers and set back towards the car breathing heavily.He opened the trunk with a loud clank ,and with all his might lifted a blue sleeping bag which despite his efforts to keep it steady fell with a muffled thud on the humus.The man lifted his head and glanced nervously around to see that if the noise had crated any turmoil.
Though not fully assured he began to drag the body towards the dug spot.The moon light which flew in turrets over the place was soon blotted out by dark clouds in order to hide the dreadfull spectacle.And when the moon reappeared there was the visitant standing beside plain earth staring fixedly at the spot with a look of fear in his eyes and retraced his way disappearing in the cloud of snow and wind.
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