"Okay, mom, I'll be home soon," I assured my mother as she warned me not to drive by the cemetary on my way home . I tossed my phone into the passengers seat and headed toward the cemetary, passing by there meant getting home quicker. As I drove down the slope beside the cemetary, my car shuddered to a stop. "Not again!" I screamed, frustrated with my car. I shoved my car door open and walked to the hood of my car. "Oh, I see what's wro-" I began as rain poured from the sky. Just my luck, I thought, slamming the hood of the car down and jumping into the car. I looked outside of the fogged windows to see a small building in the center of the cemetary, maybe a worker at the cemetary could help me with my car, but I had to make it there in the downpour.
"1,2,3!" I counted, and then I sprang from the car door. I ran to what I could see of the small building in the dark. I slipped and slid among the tombstones in the mud, trying to make it to my destination. I could clearly see the building now, as I reached the building I slipped into a ditch. After I sat up and looked around, I realized that I hadn't slipped into a ditch, but a grave being built.
This can't be happening, I thought as I jumped, trying to look for a way out. "Help!" I yelled, hoping someone would hear me.
After what felt like forever, the light of a flashlight beamed into the deep hole. "Thank you," I said "I slipped in here and I need help." I looked up to see a man with a shovel and a creepy smile.
