A blanket of darkness had descended on Blackwood Estate. The sky changed from pale pink to purple and then to grey washes. I looked at the sky, it was full of dark clouds heralding the coming of a storm. "Oops" I gulped. "Hey guys, want to walk to Hill street instead of Gambir street, it's a short-cut! Maybe we can reach home before it rain." I asked. Mike had no objections and agreed readily. "What?! Walk past that cemetery? Over my dead body!" Cindy yelled. I groaned, "Come on! Do you want the rain to spoil your new hairstyle?" I said, urging her. "Okay," she answered reluctantly.
The trees grew thicker along the sides of the deserted road. Chilly wind caressed my cheeks and many of my goose bumps burst. …
