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.