Graveyard Diaries: Ghosts of Pheasant Hill

Graveyard Diaries: Ghosts of Pheasant Hill — page 7
They crossed one of the brooks that wind through the cemetery passing into Woodland They drove through the oldest area with thin granite headstones It’s a huge cemetery It has graves from three hundred years ago right up to the present Tall hemlock trees shade everything The dirt roads aren’t much wider than walking paths The car curved around a giant boulder Mom slammed on the brakes A girl was standing in the middle of the road She was staring up the hill 10