This place had a scary aura around it. The tall pine trees cast dark shadows upon the graves; some graves were new, well decorated with white tiles and flowers, others were crudely plastered with cement while some were half open graves, perhaps damaged by the rain or rejected by earth. It was quiet in here except for the scratching sounds of two men digging a grave. Flashes of images burned through my mind. Every swoop of shovel burrowing through the earth cracked through my pain. The hole was deep enough now. 4 ft. The diggers stopped.
His hands held my arms firmly to the bed. I opened my eyes. The room was very dark except for the yellow hue of the low burning lantern at the mouth of the door.