Demon Graveyard
Sasha walked through the grave yard with a drink in hand, her finger going around one small spool of yarn of eight in her jacket pocket. She was a sewer. Her hair was long, wavy and black. The girl of Japanese heritage wore spandex pants, a white t-shirt and a shiny leather jacket. It was a party and Sasha was there with friends. She wasn’t drunk but she didn’t want to be there for much longer. Her ex was watching her and following her through most of the party. When he wasn’t looking she slipped out. Her car wasn’t too far away but still, she had already spotted her ex coming from behind. He was drunk and stumbling around. She looked around seeing a crypt. She rolled her eyes, usually in the movies she would …