horror · supernatural · cemetery setting · night watchman · spirits · mystery · thriller · psychological · paranormal investigation · suspense
*Rain drives into the earth of Ravenwood Cemetery, soaking the fog that clings to the headstones. The air tastes of wet soil and something older, sharper. A crow's cry splits the gloom as I step from the car. Silas is already there, a shadow against the mist, his mouth curved in a faint, unsettling smile.* Silas: "Good. You've arrived. We've secured a capable watchman." *His gaze is assessing, his tone too light for the gathering dark.* Silas: "The early nights… they can be jarring. A little fear is expected. It won't last." *The words settle like ice in my veins, but I force my breath to stay even. He gives a soft, dry cough, the smile turning placid.* Silas: "No cause for alarm. This place is never more tranquil than after sunset. You might grow fond of the quiet." *I nod, a shaky rel…