The Eyes (Part II)

I'm one of those people who can rise above what others think of them and not care about it. I know I'm different and I like who I am. So on Halloween, All Hallows Eve, my best friend, who is more like me on the inside, finally decided to come with me to visit my favourite cemetery. It is located in the middle of a field, and is shrouded by the wheat and no one would know it was there unless they were looking for it. The farm on which it rests has long been abandoned and is slowly decaying. The cemetery was a place where the family of the farmers were buried, so it is rather small with only about twenty or so graves. 

That special Halloween night my "sixth sense" was aroused by a strange feeling in the air. The night was nat as cold as usual for the end of October and a strong, warm breeze swirled through the trees. 

Ally and i made our way to the cemetery through the woods to the secluded graveyard.

"I don't know about this," Ally squeaked as we drew closer t our haunted destination.

"Come On. You can't flake out on me now... or else you'll be in the middle of the woods alone." I already knew that Ally would need a little extra push to come out here tonight. She is so nervous all the time and just needs to chill.

"You know, I was never comfortable with this whole 'spiritual realm,' Gwen," Ally said while stepping over a broken log.

"Well it is a fact that there are at least demons, maybe not ghosts, but there are definitely demons. It's in the Bible. And it talks about how there are multiple spiritual realms. So go and argue with God if you don't believe me"

We were finally to the field, at the edge of the woods.

"Whatev-whoa!"Ally's breath caught.

I looked over at her. She was alarmingly pale and she had a look of total horror painted on her face. She slowly lifted her shaking finger and pointed toward the field. I turned my head to follow her finger. And then- I didn't see anything. Nothing unusual. It was just the graveyard ahead. 

"Oh. My. Gosh! Did you see it?! It was right in the cemetery," Ally exclaimed while frantically looking around and digging her manicured nails into my forearm.

"What are you talking about? There is nothing there." 

"There was a man standing right in the cemetery among the graves. he was looking right at me! He was in all black and the only other thing I remember is his every. His gleaming, flaming red eyes boring into my soul. It was the freakiest thing of my life."

"Yea, sure," I said. This is so stupid. She is just pulling this crap so that she can get out of going. Well, she's going all right. I tugged Ally forward. "Let's get going. Come on, we've come this far. We're nearly there and we might as well..."

"Ugh." Ally sighed, still trying to calm down after her "paranormal experience."

We entered the field. The golden wheat was up to our knees and shone in the light of the

full moon. The heavy breeze made the wheat dance and swirl around us. As we inched closer to

the wrought-iron, rusty black fence that circled the cemetery Ally's nails dug deeper and deeper

into my arm. The sun had gone down and the moon was rising in the black night. I could hear

both Ally's and my breathing getting louder. My heart beat faster and thumped in my chest as I

creaked the gate open and we entered the cemetery.