Cemetery At Midnight

I HATE cemeteries at midnight but my freakish friends loved them and thought we should go inside so we could get back to our homes quicker. I attempted to stop them but they just ignored and dashed into the gates . I followed, mumbling to myself with annoyance. After a few minutes of moaning, I told them I needed a rest. They all accepted my suggestion but was confused by my frightened face. I was the first one to realize that the ground was shaking and hands appeared from the soil that frantically tried to grab our leg.

I shouted,"ZOMBIES!"