Cemetery Fae

the sound of your classmates talking fades quieter and quieter. the crunching of autumn leaves beneath your feet soothes you. all you can see is the bright light of your torch bobbing up and down. it's cold, but not windy. The autumn breeze pinches your skin. suddenly, your torch runs out of battery. La la la.. you hear a soothing, hypnotizing voice call you. La la la... you feel the need to follow the voice. it gets closer, surrounding you like a concert.