I was walking in a graveyard all statues staring at me. It was silent no one was there you could only hear the crows crowing like an alarm clock. Slowly, I carried on creeping through the graveyard on the faded path. Ahead there was a massive statue but it wasn’t any statue it was of an old king. Suddenly, I hear a noise I turn around as I turned around the statue changed shape. Then it moved and again and took me to its layer. He asked can you be my friend, and every day I’d come and meet him.

By Archie

A Walk in the Graveyard