I always thought the stories about the cursed graveyard were just that - stories. I never believed in ghosts or curses or anything like that. But now, as I sit here, surrounded by darkness and death, I know that I was wrong.
It started when my friends and I decided to explore the old cemetery on the outskirts of town. It was rumored to be haunted, but we didn't believe it. We thought it would be fun to scare ourselves a little, to explore the old tombstones and see what kind of spooky things we could find.
At first, everything was fine. We walked through the rows of graves, reading the names and dates on the headstones. But as the night wore on and the moon rose higher in the sky, things started to feel different. The air grew colder, and a mist began to rise from the ground. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I knew that something was wrong.
My friends and I started to feel uneasy, and we decided to leave. But as we turned to go, we saw something that made us freeze in our tracks. There, in the distance, was a figure. It was pale and ghostly, and it seemed to be charging right at us.
We ran as fast as we could, but the figure was gaining on us. I could hear its ragged breaths and the sound of its footsteps pounding the ground behind me. I knew that I was going to die.
And then it happened. The figure caught up to me, and I felt its icy breath on my neck. I turned to face it, and I saw that it was a dead woman. Her eyes were black and empty, and her hair was tangled and matted. She reached out and touched my face, and I felt a coldness spread through my body.
And then everything went black. When I woke up, I was alone in the cemetery. My friends were nowhere to be seen, and I knew that I was the only one who had survived. The cursed graveyard had claimed its victims, and I was lucky to have escaped with my life.
But even now, as I sit here in my room, safe and sound, I can still feel the presence of that ghostly figure. I know that it's only a matter of time before it comes back for me, and I can feel its cold breath on my neck once again. The cursed graveyard is real, and I know that I will never be able to escape it.