A Night’s Nightmare!

Strolling along the ghostly graveyard, I held a dull bouquet of flowers in my shivering hand. Worrying about what might happen to me, my beady eyes were trying to figure out where Jojo’s –my dog- grave was. Suddenly, the wind, who was brushing my disastrous, dark-brown hair, shouted, “Run. Run like me. There is grave danger ahead of your life!” Out of nowhere, eerie and misty fog was covering my fainting body. My flowers were now torn apart. What was happening? Was I going to die? I was scared! Was I going to be torn apart by an over-sized tornado? Sprinting frantically, I could see the crimson-red moon floating in silence. This meant trouble…