He heard the girl screaming in the distance. He was at least an hour from his home. The long walk in the night air had done him well. He felt rejuvenated until he hear the screaming, in the distance. He took his one headphone out of ear, so he could possibly get a direction to go to find her. He had stopped jogging, and now roamed a large stone fence, listening. As he came to a break in the fence he could hear she was only a short distance away. He looked up to see, illuminated by the street lights, “Allan Park Memorial Cemetery.” He passed under the sign, and headed for the screams.
Then the screaming stopped. He thought it was just an illusion because he didn’t get enough sleep last night. So he put on his headphones and kept walking. Then there was a fog, he started to panic, but he kept himself still.
There was someone in the fog. He had red eyes. And his mouth was covered in blood. He panicked and started running. Then he felt sharp teeth on his neck. And there he understood that it was the end.