You krept through the graveyard. Still lost, the eerie silence sent a shiver down your spine. And the fog that covered the cold, half dead grass didn't help. All of the tomb stones were hard to read and mostly covered by growing vines. As you rounded the next corner, more views krept upon an old bench. And on it, a lady, old and wrinkly whose skin looked decayed and green. She wore a white, silhouette dress that hung down past her feet. Her hair was mostly gone but the last of it hung down her forehead like weak bangs. Her eyes and cheeks were sunken in and the skin around her face looked brittle and thin. You couldn't take your eyes off her as she breathed heavily, and through breaths she said, “you shouldn't be here.”