Walking along the path, an eerie silence hung over the misty graveyard.The atmosphere felt dark, as if something sinsiter lingered nearby. It was quiet. Too quiet. The moss to my feet dampening each step i take. My ears rang as my eyes swayed along rows and rows of overgrown gravestones, glancing at the engraved words, made of weird, rune-like letters, from time to time. Though they were another language, each sent a cold shiver down my spine. Something felt...odd. Why was i here again? The tree leaves whistled from above. Or was it the trees ? Something catched my eyes. The words on the stones started...forming. Though the letters stayed the same, something about them changed. They started making sense. In a haze, head feeling numb, my feet started running, carrying my body along the path, passing gravestone after gravestone. My lungs started burning, as was my mind. Fog crept around my back, trying to pull me back, but i dared not stop running. Everything blurred, but i could´nt escape. How did i get here? The whistling grew louder, turning into screeching whispers, tearing at my ears, unbearbly loud. I could`nt catch any words but i stilll understood them. My feet gave up under me and i fell to the ground clutching my ears. Screaming along the whispers a presence laid over me, pulling my body into the ground. I dont know for how long i screamed, but as my voices started getting hoarse, it died out. The whispers had stopped and it was quiet just like before. Except i dont remeber it ever being quiet. I opened my eyes, even though i couldnt see anything, i knew i was still at the graveyard. My vision blurring and unblurring from time to time, i stood up swaying left and right, the metallic smell of blood hanging in the air, but i paid no attention to it. I started stumbling forwards, not knowing where i was going but something was pulling me towards a singular gravestone standing in the shadow of an hanging willow. It was completley overgrown, not allowing even a glance at the words engraved. I must read them. Free them. I started scratching away the moss and dirt and whatever else was covering the surface of the stone, feeling completely numb and not in control over my body. Paying no attention to the dried up blood on my arm or that, trough the scratching, my fingers started bleeding. Droplets of blood fell on the stone, as it finally revealed every last engraved rune. My blood went cold and i could`nt breathe. It was me. I did it. I killed them. The whole time i was running away from what i thought were some mystical terrors, i was really only running from one. Myself.