Eliza just looked at him. She wasn’t really seeing him. She felt locked in the past. The words keeps spilling over her lips…“I am Eliza, I whispered because it just seems the normal thing to do. I don’t…” she sound very frightened.“Feeling the braver of the two I decide to do the talking. I am Eliza. What’s your name?Again, she looked away from me making me wonder what’s behind the headstone. Her pasty face turns back to me. I…I...err, don’t know. I whispered speaking as one but looking as two persons.”“What do you mean? Instinct made me jumped backwards. I was…there. We pointed somewhere beyond the headstone. I watched us move out of my sight. Frowning, I stepped forward, somewhere in the back of my mind I seem to start to forget I am in a graveyard. My whole focus now seems to follow the girl. I walked passed a couple of headstones avoiding eye contact with the crows. Their dark beady eyes follow me. Again, the odd notion appears in my mind that the crows know something, shaking
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