The cemetery glares at me as I stand close to its mouth, deciding whether or not I should enter. It taunts me, wanting me to surrender to the emotions it will afflict on me. As I walk towards it, it opens its mouth and swallows me in the darkness of the night.

I walk down its concrete tongue, its pathway towards death. A wave of sadness and dread washes over me when I start walking across the grass. I am nearing my father’s grave, not wanting to continue my journey, but the graveyard is mocking me. I carry on.

I reach my father’s gravestone, one of the many cold, hard teeth of the cemetery. I kneel down, not wanting the cemetery to see my face as a waterfall of tears start pouring out my eyes. I talk to my dad, wishing he were with me. After my eyes dry and no more tears will fall, I stand up. The graveyard sees the redness of my eyes and the tear stains down my face. It starts laughing its evil laugh, and I sprint out of the cemetery, not daring to look back as the cemetery’s demonic grin fades into the distance.