Graveyard walk Steven walked through the graveyard every day on his way home from school. It was a convenient shortcut, and in broad daylight, the tombstones and dark cypress trees seemed mild and unthreatening. Things were different this evening. Steven stole through the gates as quickly and quietly as possible. Fearful that he was being watched. He ran to the deep shadows of a mausoleum and caught his breath, heart pounding. He tried to listen for ominous noises, but could hear nothing...