Jen's Journal

It was impossible to see anything under all this fog. No matter how much Diana tried squinting her eyes, it was still difficult to make out what was in front of her. She knew it was nighttime. It was colder than most days. Diana rubbed her arms fiercely and clenched her jaw to keep from shuddering. She was walking pretty much blindly until she heard a noise in front of her. She looked up and made out a dark figure ahead of her. He was walking away slowly enough that Diana was able to follow. 

    She was wary of this decision, but she figured it was better than waiting around for her vision to get better. The man in front of her was not aware she was only a few feet away. She kept following until they reached a fence that was ten feet high and went on further than Diana could make out. The man went around near some bushes and found an opening wide enough to slip through. 

    Diana did the same. By now, she was genuinely curious about what this guy was up to. As Diana stepped to the other side of the fence, she was alarmed when she realized it was a cemetery, the same one her father was buried in. She kept walking through it even though she was afraid of how hard her heart was beating. As she dreaded, he stopped right in front of her father’s grave. 

    Something came over her just then, and she was determined to find out who this guy was and why he was here of all places. The closer she got, the more she feared what she would find. When she was right behind him, she reached out a hand to his shoulder. He jumped up and turned around slowly. 

    It was her father.