The translucent fog remained close to the slightly warmer ground; giving the cemetery a deeper and darker Gothic appearance. Above the ancient place, the ringed blue moon shone brightly, casting eerie shadows over the realm of the dead. Leaves fell wildly into the damp grass, making rustling sounds throughout the cemetery. At the entrance to the cemetery a dark figure slowly opened the rusty gate. Strangely, the metal made no sound. In silence the figure stood at the entrance for a few seconds, then carefully and with great determination he made his way deeper into the cemetery. Silent markers of granite and marble watched with blind eyes as the figure walked beside them seemingly unafraid of the land of the dead. The midnight wind swirled around the marble tombstones, making a sound like a low, whispered moan. When the figure reached the center of the cemetery it removed its heavy hooded cloak to reveal a young man