It was a cold, windy night. The moon shone brightly above the old cemetery, casting eerie shadows across the graves. I had come to visit the resting place of my beloved grandmother, but the atmosphere had me on edge. I felt a chill in the air that was more than just the breeze.
I was walking through the graveyard, when I heard a voice whisper in my ear. “You shouldn’t be here, not tonight.” I whirled around, expecting to find someone behind me, but there was no one. I kept walking, trying to shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if something had grabbed my heart. I gasped and stumbled backward, clutching at my chest. I realized with horror that I was having a heart attack.
I stumbled through the graveyard, trying to make my way back to the entrance, but my chest felt like it was being squeezed by an iron grip. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment, and I was terrified.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I saw a light at the edge of the cemetery. It seemed to be coming from a mausoleum near the entrance, and it was calling me. I stumbled towards it, desperate for help.
When I reached the mausoleum, I saw an old woman standing inside. She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling in the light of the candles she had lit. She told me that she could help me, and she asked me to come closer.
I felt my chest loosen as I stepped inside the mausoleum, and the old woman held up a vial of what looked like blood. She told me that this was a potion to heal my heart, and that if I drank it, I would be cured of my heart attack.
I took the vial from her and drank it down. Almost immediately, the pain in my chest began to subside. I thanked the old woman for her help, and she smiled at me again before disappearing into the shadows.
The next morning, I awoke feeling better than ever. My heart attack was gone, and I was grateful to have been given a second chance at life. From then on, I always made sure to stay away from that old cemetery after dark.