The clock struck loud a bong bong to signal the midnight hour. Jason awoke suddenly with the sound and decided to get up from his slumber. He made his way down the long hallway in silence with only a hurricane lamp to light his way. Shadows bounced on the wall from the light. All was quiet now; a deathly silence had befallen the night. Entering the study, he placed the lamp down and looked at his desk. The pile of work he had before him was enormous and he thought he would get some of the paperwork done for his accounting firm. He settled down behind his desk to begin his work, when the wind began to howl. It blew the curtains to and from from the open window. Papers scattered across the room. He bolted up from his chair to close the window and looked out into the night.
There was a mist starting in the darkness and he could barely see the graveyard out his open window. He was not sure if his eyes deceived him but he could barely make out a figure walking the cemetery grounds. He tried to peer harder to make out the form. He could barely see the form of a female, which seemed to have stopped at a grave. He watched for awhile and she dropped to her knees and he could hear a crying sound between the sound of the wind. He wondered what she was doing and why she was there at this time of night so lost and so alone in the night.
He decided his work could wait and he would go see what she was about. He went quickly down the hallway, out of the study to put on his cloak. And went out into the night. He walked past the tall trees whose leaves rustled in the winds and he could still hear the cry from her as she lamented something or which he was not sure. Was she real of imagined he wondered as he made his way to the graveyard gate? As he went past the headstones he could still see her. As he managed to get closer he could see that she was just a shadow of a figure and not quite solid. For he seemed to be able to see through her.
