She always loved the graveyard, she found it peaceful and inspiring, she found it the best place to really meditate on her life and goals, a bonus was that it was almost always deserted she could find a gravestone and settle into the cool grass and light her candles and just relax knowing that she wouldn’t get bothered by the usual idiots that made it their goal to taunt her daily.
Being a girl who was inspired by the dark side of life wasn’t easy in this town, but at least she felt like the spirits understood her and if they didn’t well, at least she felt a little creepier in her mundane life.
She usually wandered slowly amongst the stones waiting for one to feel right, she needed the energy to feel inviting, as she walked silently she thought she heard something in the bushes, which made her milky white skin tingle with fear, spinning around ready to give the creep a mouthful, she realised that the ‘creep’ was in fact a bird that was fighting with another bird over that spot to sleep in.
Continuing her walk she laughed at herself for getting frightened in this place that she spent most nights in alone, finally she found a headstone that made her feel comfortable, she got onto her knees and thanked the inhabitant of the grave for the seat she was about to take; placing her bag down next to her she set up her candles and incense in the grass around her.
Reading her Anne Rice novel she realised she was feeling aroused and alone, she took a sip from her bottle of wine and glanced at her watch, it wasn’t too late, she could stay a little longer, finding her spot on the page she carried on reading.
She awoke with a start, a feeling of being watched had roused her from her sleep, she looked at her watch and noticed she’d dozed off for about an hour or so, sitting up, she noticed a figure in the distance, standing, watching; feeling uncomfortable she started to pack her things away, as she did the figured slowly came towards her, he was wearing a mask she could see and a black robe, for a moment she wasn’t sure if she was still dreaming or not.
Feeling slightly more awake she knew she couldn’t allow this person to scare her away from her sacred space, ‘’Who are you and what do you want?’’ she called out hearing the quiver in her own voice, the figure continued to walk towards her and she realised he was wearing a goat’s head, this was like her dream, a man with a goat’s head that ravished her and left his mark upon her skin and her soul.