Fear, Anger And Resentment

Esma's pov

What the hell is this place? This is beyond creepy. My heart was one minute away from busting through my rib cage. This place is scary as it gets. And darker.

I looked up to see the moon but it was nowhere to be found. Strange. I remember seeing the moon light falling through the window back in dungeon where I was kept hostage. Hostage? I wonder what am I in this situation? I found myself out of breath as my mind starts thinking of the worst scenarios.

Here, standing in this place, breathing with my nose was getting difficult with every breath. My throat was burning from the intense awful smell of dead and it was only getting stronger. It was suffocating me.

We both walked through the alley and soon find ourselves in front of a big rusty gate of the graveyard. Wait was she really serious about the witch's graveyard? I gulped loudly readying myself for whatever the fate throws in my way.

This is not a place I would ever like to visit alone, not particularly in night hour