I get up and start running toward the gravel road that runs alongside thecemetery. My legs ache from the strain of the fast pace, now put upon them.Behind me, I can hear the dog, barking fiercely, alerting the spirits of mydeparture. Only moments before the spirits were unorganized; however, noweach one is turning in my direction. In the distance, I see the car. I fumble for mykeys, reaching deep into my pocket. Cursing, I jerk the keys up out of my pocket,and they fly through the air. Reaching out desperately with both hands, I justmanage to grab the ring with one of my middle fingers. I reach out and lift the old,rusty latch to the cemetery gate. I half run and half stumble to the car.Snatching ahold of the door handle I give it a yank. In one swift motion, I pull thedoor back, thrust myself inside, and jam the key into the ignition. The engineroars to life; it is the most wonderful sound I have ever heard. I break down,sobbing uncontrollably. I quickly press the automatic lock button. Catching aglimpse of myself in the mirror, I am shocked at what I see. Not wanting to touchthe open wound, I wince, as I dab my cheek with a left-over napkin from a burger joint where I stopped and had lunch earlier in the day. I hesitantly look towardthe church yard cemetery, expecting to see an old, rotting hag glaring at methrough the window. But to my relief the spirits are all gone. The solider, thewoman, her children and the old man are nowhere to be seen. I carefully, scanthe area, even the mist has dissipated.I need to get to an emergency room fast. My cheek has flesh hanging on one side,
and the bleeding is not stopping. I feel sick to my stomach… how will I drive to get
help. It is almost dark, as I make my way out of the cemetery, the crunching of gravel echoes throughout the graveyard. I look in my rearview mirror one lasttime, before turning onto the highway and I catch a glimpse of a big, black dog.