It was a cold rainy Thursday. The sky was dark. I was walking down the streets till I reached my destination. The town’s graveyard.

I opened the rusted gate and heard it’s familiar creaking which was quite comforting. As I walked down the rows of graves, I noticed there was a woman sitting solemnly at one of the gravestones. I hid my face with my umbrella and hoped that she didn’t notice that my hands were green a wrinkled.

I found what I was looking for. The oldest gravestone in the yard. There was a small puddle near it, and I saw my face in it. Green, with completely blue eyes the size of oranges and a hollow nose.

Then I heard footsteps behind me. The woman I’d seen earlier was standing behind me. She asked is if I was a new resident here because she’d never seen me before.

I turned around and she screamed like she’d seen a monster. (And she wasn’t wrong)The last thing I remember is me picking up a nearby shovel, the screams dying out, and me slipping back into the ground.