The Girl in the Graveyard

The young girl seemed so innocent as she grazed past the graves in the dark night. She was cadaverous , but still appeared so alive. Her eyes, red with fury , darted my way. My mind told me to run for the hills , but my body wouldn't move an inch. She came toward me , feet barely touching the unearthly ground , and touched me lightly on the arm. Why was I nervous? She is as amiable as I first thought! Then suddenly ... her grasp tightened around my arm, and I screamed on in pain for help. Her grasp beer loosened, even as she pulled me forward to the nearest grave. She threw my limp body to the ground. I looked up and my nose just barely touched to cold headstone. I jolted back and squinted in the dark . To my surprise , I found my name carved ever - so - neatly into the stone. The girl spoke softly in my ear. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I awaken and jolt quickly out I my bed. My alarm read 7:15. My muscles tensed up. The girl said she would wait for me at 7:16. I heard a clatter from behind me. I turn to find a gun pointed directly in my face ! I see the end if the barrel move down to my heart. One last breath... BOOM!