You were a medium/psychic, but you never told anyone about this. Late in the night, you were out with some friends in a graveyard.

The graveyard was gloomy and depressing to fit the mood, and was overly foggy from the night before. You felt like something was there, but you couldn't pinpoint where. It felt demonic.

A sense of dread and panic ran through you as you heard your friends start to kick and disrespect the graves.