I went to visit the family crypt I caught those deep red eyes staring at me again from across the grave yard.

Today they seemed much closer than usual and sent a shiver down my spine like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

The hairs on the back of my neck standing tall or if I were an animal, my hackles would be standing on end.

I couldn’t take it anymore I had to know who was watching me.

“Who are you?”

“What do you want”

I nervously called out into the night.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know who I am, little girl.” The familiarity in their voice rocked me to my core as the realisation hit me that I knew who it was.

I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out as a cold, strong hand had already covered it from behind.