As she walked up the steps to the gate, Arabelle was uncomfortably aware of the graves scattered around her. She had a faint memory of how she got to this place, but at the moment, her clearest memory was waking up and feeling the cold damp stone that her face was pressed against. She remembered getting to her feet and seeing a warm bright light about a hundred feet away from her. She wasn’t sure ...

he’s watching

waiting

plotting

he wants to catch me off guard

snatch me away

with his claws

and drag me to his lair

hes made of dust and shadows

and he lurks under the cover

of tree branches and leaves

snaking through the rows of flowers

pink and purple and yellow

disturbed by his sinister intentions

the fog rolls around his ankles

pooling around his feet

i feel him getting closer

with each step i...