Graveyard Shift
Arael glided easily between rows of headstones, old and decaying trees hanging heavy with moss and vines. She walked slowly through the graveyard, enjoying the breeze and the way the moonlight broke through the trees lighting her way. She could feel the night calling to her as she walked, hearing the crickets, an owl and the soft padding of her footsteps.The young girl was head to toe goth. She wore her knee-high leather boots and ripped fishnet stockings along with a black leather mini-skirt...