Scream in the night

The sky was a deep, dark blue, almost black. The moon was a sliver of white, hanging low in the sky. A cool breeze blew through the night, ruffling through the trees and making the leaves whisper.

In the distance, a wolf howled.

All was quiet.

Suddenly, there was a loud, piercing scream. It echoed through the night, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.

The scream came again, and this time it was closer. It sounded like it was coming from the direction of the cemetery.

People began to panic and some even started to run. But the scream came again, and it sounded like it was coming from right behind them.

They turned around and saw a figure standing in the shadows, watching them. The figure was wearing a hooded cloak and had a long, sharp knife in its hand.

The hooded figure raised the knife and started to slowly carve something into the tree next to them. They couldn’t see what it was, but the look on the figure’s face was pure evil.

The figure suddenly lunged at them, knife held high. They grabbed their things and ran for the car, not looking back. As they drove away, they could see the silhouette of a figure standing in the cemetery. It was watching them, and it was laughing.