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"My friend and I had talked about sneaking out to the Great Graveyard for months. I never thought we would actually do it. There were nights when one of us would spend the night with the other, we would talk about going there and also talk about the trail we would take to get there. We would talk about stories we had heard about the Great Graveyard. I know many of the stories we told each other were just that, stories but one in particular always stuck with me. My friend told me he had heard a stranger talking in the general store in town when he was there with his father. My friend Daniel, told me said the man spoke with a deep, low, tired voice as if had been literally scared to death. Daniel said the man had solid, white hair; deep, sunken eyes and looked as if he was at twice his age. As he spoke his voice creaked. The stranger was dressed as a typical warrior, in mostly chainmail with a breastplate and plated metal gauntlets. A longsword rested in their sheathes on both sides of his waist strapped to his belt. A massive double headed battle axe handle rose above his head. The stranger said he was the soul survivor of he and his group of eight adventurers that went into the Great Graveyard. He said he and his group were going after a treasure that was supposed to have been left buried by a village of people that had to abandon their homes due to a large pack of winter wolves that terrorized them. They had eaten some of the towns members and were commanded by a tall skeletal wizard that seemed to glide across the ground like a ghost. The skeleton was dressed as a wizard would be. He was in robes, he also had a silver helm that covered his entire face, he also had these boots that had colorful wings on them. He had a long, black, thin, sword in one hand and a knotty, wooden staff carved with several colored stones in it. He would wield his longsword and seemed to used the abilities of his staff through it. Then he said they fought the wizards and the wolves and the skeletal wizard and as they would kill a winter wolf they would seem to multiply, if one fell two would seem to materialize out of thin air and they came up to fight us. Then the skeleton would cast a spell going through his staff and going into his sword. Then he would swing his sword in the direction of one of us and a light-n-ing bolt shot out of it arching into one of us and through them and then going into another one us and killing them. Then he would cast another spell quickly again going through his staff into his sword and with the another swing, shards of ice would impale some of us and then pinning them into trees behind them. With what was left of us we tried to flee but the skeleton wizard could move amazingly fast and casted another spell one last time coming from his staff going through his staff and coming as a burst of an unseen force that exploded on the last one to try to flee. I was thrown under a brush pile and knocked unconscious. I believe the explosion killed everyone else in my group. If not they were devoured by the wolves. The stranger then said when he awoke he realized he was hidden underneath the thick underbrush. He was barely able to keep quiet, as the skeleton was standing right over him. It was very strange to him that with almost no muscles and very little skin it could talk and move around much less cast a spell The skeleton spoke with a high pitched, screechy voice. He told the winter wolves in screechy barks and growls to drag all the bodies into a pile. He then removed his helm from his nearly skinless head. His face had boney eye-sockets. He had eyeballs but they were blood shot and seemed to barely hang into their sockets. The sight was enough to completely terrify the fairly experienced warrior. His hair instantly turned white and he opened his mouth to scream but he was exhausted, a silent scream came out. The wrinkles in his face carved deeper and his eyes became bruised and sunken in. He wanted nothing more than to run but he was actually stunned and too scared to move. So he just laid there silent and motionless. After what was left of the group was all robbed of their items and gold the bodies were burned. Soon after the wolves and skeletal wizard left the warrior could move again he then wandered his way slowly out of the Great Graveyard not having the strength to fight, even he had to. He hid from zombies, another group that was being attacked by an enormous green lizard and even a group of graverobbers. Hearing this story gave me chills and the way my friend told it, I cant do it real justice. Even though the story scared me to death and he swore the story was true we still thought it would be cool to go there  and I now have my own story to tell you and our trip to the Great Graveyard."