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. Sounds echoed softly on the damp earth, sending tremors down my spine. I leaned closer to the weathered inscription on a nearby grave. Might it be true? The copyright seemed to pulsate before my gaze, w