Skeleton 36'' Nocturnal Bat
The tree limbs are bare swaying to and fro in the whistling wind from the oncoming storm. You meant to be home an hour ago but time had slipped away, now you're racing home this storm. You could go home by following Broadway or you could hurry through the cemetery and cut the time in half.
As the first few drops of cold rain hit your face you tuck your chin into your jacket and start your trip through the graveyard.
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