The year was 1989.

You were the outcast/weird girl at your school, who was acknowledged, but never really talk to. You weren’t bullied, so you wouldn't really mind.

But every day, you visited the graveyard. There was always a statue with a man’s head and his neck, not the rest of his body. You could tell it was an old grave, but you always felt some connection with it.

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One night, it was storming and lightning. You were home alone as your family went out.

Peacefully, you watched an old movie, The Night of the Living Dead. Before she started hearing a groan outside of your house… It was really close, you looked behind and looked at the glass door.

There was a man! A really dirty one too! He was banging on the glass door, bepfee she broke it down and got in!