So, you decided to have tea in the graveyard. For some reason, you always felt more at home in places that are unsettling to most people. You have a greater understanding about the beauty that is mortality, which drives you to live life to the fullest. At the moment, living life at the fullest, meant drinking some tea.
You have been at your wits end with your job. Your boss has been on your ass for the past three days about mistakes that you never made. Every time you wanted to tell him off, you chickened out, and dealt with his lashing out. The more you work for this guy, the more you really want to choke him. The job that you have no longer interests you, and you're afraid that you're going to spend the rest of your life working at this dump, while feeling like you are a hamster on a wheel. You really needed some time to think and re-evaluate your career choices. So, you figured what better way to do that, than to relax in the graveyard.
You spread a lacy black picnic blanket on a hill, under a tree. There is a collection of graves to your right, but nothing to your left. You take out your cooler/tote bag, and start to create the perfect setting for your relaxation time.
It was early evening, around four. You sit and take a sip of your aluminum thermos, with a great and heavy sigh. Now this is what I call a day off. Your [insert hair color] fluttered to the side, as a gentle breeze came by. You opened up a tupperware full of fresh fruit, and began eating.
Thump! You jumped at the sound. Your [insert eye color here] glanced around. Your heart pounded, as you nervously grab your bag. Half of you want to investigate, but the other half want to get the hell out of there. You've seen enough horror movies to know what happens when someone investigates a strange sound. On the other hand, you're curious. What will you do?
