Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Thriller

Twenty four hours in a graveyard.

I don't know why, but the goons challenged me to it.

And the thing that's so creepy about it, is that it's in the middle of the woods.

Let's talk about my town.
I don't want to specify why I want to, I just need you to know why.

My towns name is Hope.
It's a funny name for a place filled with fictional murderers.

They are called Creepypasta, but we don't really care.
My parents were both killed by them. 
Our ancestors were called " Hunters ". So they would get rid of threats to us.

The entire town is supposed to have a curfew. 8 pm.

The reason for the curfew is because three years ago, four men were intoxicated, and walking home.

Their blood curdling screams filled the night silence.

And the next day, all four were found dead, and torn apart.
No body could recognize them.

Now, back to the town.
We were known for the peacefulness of this area of the country.
But we aren't able to send letters or emails because of "them".

So, tourist's come in, have fun, and graves are made afterwards.

That's it, unless you want to know about me.