C60 My Head Is Full of Ghost Stories

However, who would go to the cemetery so early in the morning?

As a result, no one paid any attention to her, even though her hands and feet were kicking wildly and her throat was about to burst.

Big Red had no choice but to close his eyes.

A gust of autumn wind blew past his ears.

The whistling of the wind made her even more afraid. Her mind was filled with ghost stories