Day#12, MicroFiction3

It was a dark and chilly night. The dogs were carping around the graveyard which woke me up. I glistened to see around me was just heavy haze. Suddenly to my cognisant I was in the middle of an intense mob, delimited by the walking dead. The ghost breaks through me, how bizarre dreams are.

This Post is written for Day#12 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new. 

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