As I stand by myself in the dead silence, I slowly turn my head to scan my surroundings for any sign of life. None at all. Not one whisper of the wind or the chirp of a bird. I see the endless rows of graves. The crosses that stand metres above the ground look as though they are about to jump out and grab me. There are huge gum trees that run around the whole cemetery, completely isolating it from any contact with the real world. The ground has small tufts of grass that are dying, but otherwise the only other ground covering is dust that is as dry as a bone in a grave.

 I walk past a row of graves, I see many inscriptions of birth dates, death dates and prayers carved out of stone and gold leaf put in its place. There are small statues of Mary and Jesus and other holy symbols such as crosses and crucifixes. There are also pictures and photos of the people that have been laid to rest in that certain grave.

 Suddenly like a car crashing, a sharp high – pitched animal cry sounded, it echoed far and wide until I felt a cold, soft thing pass right through me. A ghost, doomed to roam forever.