The Graveyard
As I started to walk down the street I saw the graveyard I always go to talk to my parents and see this ghost like guy stand there watching me I started to walk inside of the graveyard and looked up and sore him standing there again I was shocked at first but then I smiled and started to ask “Why are you always here?”. The man ghostly looked at me blankly as if he didn’t know how to answer I started to look at him again and ask again “Why are you always here? Have you lost a loved one?” I look at him concerned that he lost someone he looked like a person who was at the grave yard 24/7 and he honestly just looked dead.
“I come here to see you,” he said his voice sounding grasp and like he was about to loose his voice.
“Are you ill? Your voice sounds like you are about to loose it,” he looked at me blankly again and then I blinked and he was gone. It was like he was never there like I had a imaginary friend.