Julie

Dark, alone, cold, quiet. Four things gerard seemed oh so familiar with, life had alway felt bland, vanilla, annoying, useless, thought of those four things as he wandered though the cemetery, moon light gleaming softly off the marble headstones.

everything was quiet at night, no ome to ask who he was looking for or why he was there, he could walk freely among the grave that Mark hundreds of people's lives.

he snuck out here almost everynight to walk around the graveyard, it had gotten to the point he knew when his parents would be fast asleep, he knew which parts were harder to get into, and what graves didn't have the writing visible any longer, but it was tonight he would venture into the oldest part of the cemetery where the rocks didn't hot the light in the same way, and where the shadows lived longer than the light.

after slipping under the gate and getying back up to his feet he looked around the area, the slightest part of himself feeling off and urging him to go back, but he fought the feeling and walked forward watching the small crystals buried deep in the rocks glimmer in the moonlight.

as he aproched the farside things statted to stand out, that not normally would be placed in a cemetary let alone the older parts, the first was the stench of blood, it caught him off guard and gave him that feeling of fright you get when watching a shock horror film, unaware of what could happen next, yet oddly ready for the adventure.

the second was when he leaned his hand on a headstonel feeling a thick warm liquid under his hand, he jumped back seeing the stone was covered in blood, far to much to be an animals, unless it had been drained of all its blood.

and finally the third, when he stood back up, the sharp point of a blade resting on the middle of his back.

"hello ghoulie~" a voice cooed behind him, the blade twisting in its spot making a small piercing in the skin.

he cried out as the blade made a deep cut down his back, it was slpw, excusiatingly so, blood pouring out and trickling down at the same pace as the blade.

"p-please....stop..STOP!" He cried out, hoping this person could show the least bit of compassion and let him go, but the blade dug in deeper before coming to a halt and being removed from his back.

it felt as it the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders, the relief filling his body before the burn of the cut could take over suddenly.

then a thought came to him quickly, curiosity telling him to turn around and face who it was that could have so easily taken his life.

he tirned slowly, the searing pain in his back contributing to that. The character behind him was short, covered in blood, and had a cheshire grin plastered on his face.

"gonna say anything ghoulie~" his voice was smooth, like running your fingers through cold silk, luring like a siren. But all that couldn't get him to stay, he sprinted full force out of the grave yard and down the road, quickly climbing up the tree with branches that reach out to his rooms window and getting back in. He closed and Locke the window before scurrying to the washroom to see the state of his back.

all while a voice in the street sang softly.

"come on ghoulie~"

"come out and play"

Notes

Whoa, another one