Charlie didn’t know how he ended up at the cemetery. He had fled from the witchdoctor and his inhuman eyes all the way out of town… and up the hill on the outskirts. It never occurred to him that the man had driven him here intentionally.

He pushed the wrought-iron gate open. Screeeeee! Several crows flew away at the sound, cawing.

Charlie stepped into the necropolis, headstones jutting up at odd angles like crooked teeth. A fog hung low.

“Hello?” he called.

Whooooo? said the wind in response, chilling him to his bones.

Charlie sensed he was being watched.

This is part eleven of a larger story for Halloween. All sections are in the form of a 99-word story. Check back tomorrow for part twelve!

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