Chapter Sixteen
The cemetery’s rusted and warped iron gates towered over me, and a wispy fog rolled out from under it. The scene was appropriately creepy, and my skin erupted in goosebumps as I approached. The gates creaked open when I pushed them, and hundreds of rows of gravestones stretched on further than I could see.
I’d never seen so many dead people gathered in one place.
Coming across death dates from the late 1500s reminded me just how old Moon Grove was. As I passed row after row, I felt like I was walking through time.
I found it unusual for the cemetery to be wide open at this hour, but then again, it wasn’t like there was anything normal about Moon Grove.
I wandered through the first dozen rows before realizing the graves were organized in alphabetical order, more or less
