You stand at the entrance to the small cemetery leaning over the gate debating weather or not you want to enter it is creepy looking and you wonder if you should be there. Figuring just standing there is worse you hop the gate.
There are countless tombstones along the path, you can barley make out names. You cant help but wonder how these people died. You shudder as you walk past some tiny graves, possibly that of children.
As you draw close to the end of the graveyard something catches your eye you think you saw something move but your not sure, you look closer waiting for your eyes to adjust to dim moonlight. You did see something, it looks like a man but your not sure. Whatever it was defiantly saw you.
You look closely at him calling out "who's there?" there is no response but he/ she/ it walks closer to you. As you start to panic you wonder if you made the right decision. The figure draws closer and you can clearly see it is the figure of a man. You sigh with relief that it is nothing else. You call out that you need help.
The hooded man steps towards you his face hidden by the hood. "My name is Giles I am the keeper of the grounds. You explain to him that you are lost, and tired from your travels. He points up the path to the manor."
"Im sure Miss Darla will allow you to stay. She loves having guests. Sometimes the guests have so much fun here they never leave......."
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