The sound of the bells ringing twelve carried across the graveyard, through the murky grey mist that had decided to settle. Muffled, the heart of the sound was more prominent than the fuzzy, frayed edges to the deep and echoey tolls.
The rustle and scraping of footsteps through fallen leaves swiftly brought my attention to something closer.
Who’d be walking through the graveyard at this time?
I’d never get to know.
The whispered hiss that came from this approaching stranger made me jump to my feet and flee without looking back.
Ghost-hunting is better indoors anyway, on nights like this.