Report, if you have a problem with this page“ It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight, row upon row of cold silent witnesses. ”
Grace Willows
From : Don't Look Back: And Other Stories of the Paranormal
