The gates to the graveyard entrance were illuminated by two spotlights from above. They were also locked together by a rusty old chain and padlock, and had been locked for hours.
The rattling of the gates alerted a passer-by as to where he was, so he started to hurry passed. It was a calm night, with no wind at all.
The passer-by knew that it was his ethereal energy causing the gates to rattle. As it did for the spotlights to fade… and the dogs to howl…
The passer-by hurried back to his resting place, where he’d been for centuries.
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