I can feel my eyes grow heavy, but sleep never seems to come. Night after night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sandman to visit me. I suffer from insomnia, a cruel affliction that plagues me every single day. But tonight, I feel a strange pull, a whisper in the back of my mind that urges me to leave my bed and venture out into the darkness.
I put on my coat and step outside, letting the cool night air wash over me. As I walk down the street, something catches my eye. In the distance, I see an abandoned cemetery, the gravestones looming like dark sentinels in the night. There’s something about the place that draws me in, and I find myself walking towards it, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I approach the entrance, I notice that the gate is open, swinging back and forth in the breeze. I take a deep breath and step inside the cemetery, feeling as if I’m entering a different world. The moon casts an eerie glow over the graves, and I can hear the rustling of leaves as a cold wind blows through the trees.
Suddenly, I hear a sound that sends shivers down my spine. It’s a low growl, coming from somewhere deep within the cemetery. I try to run, but my feet are rooted to the ground. The growl grows louder, and I realize that it’s not coming from an animal. It’s something much worse.
Out of the darkness steps a figure, tall and ominous. Its skin is pale and stretched taut over its bones, and its eyes burn with an unearthly light. It’s a creature from beyond the grave, a horror come to life.
I try to scream, but no sound comes out. The creature advances on me, its long fingers reaching out to touch my face. I feel a coldness spread through my body, and I know that I’m facing my own demise.
But then, with a sudden burst of will, I break free from its grip. I turn and run, my heart pounding in my chest. I hear the creature’s footsteps behind me, its breath hot on my neck. I can’t outrun it forever, but I keep going, driven by a primal fear that keeps me going.
Finally, I burst out of the cemetery gates and into the street. I collapse on the pavement, gasping for breath. The creature is gone, vanished back into the darkness.
As I lay there, panting and shaking, I realize that I’ve been given a gift. My insomnia has led me to a place where few dare to tread, and I’ve survived to tell the tale. But I know that I’ll never forget the horror that lurks within that abandoned cemetery, waiting for its next victim to come along.