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this is part of my favorite part so far in the short story im writing for english.

Slowly and cautiously i began to walk towards the tree as if in some kind of trance. As I got closer, i noticed a light in the corner of my eye. I turned to look at what it was and blinked a few times to make sure it wasn't just my imagination playing tricks on me. It wasn't. A tombstone that was only about 6 feet away was glowing a sort of midnight purple color.
I took only one step in its direction when foot steps and the sound of children's laughter broke the dead silence.
" Who's there?"
Nothing happened.
" Show yourselves or...or I'll get you out myself!"
I waited nervously for some sort of reply but when none came, i turned my attention back to the tombstone
But what happened to the glow?
It looked just as all the others did. i bent down to try to read the inscriptions but they were illegible. A cold chill slithered down my spine as i heard the foot steps again, but this time they sounded like they were right behind me. i spun my head around and thought i saw something hide behind the tree. There also seemed to be a massive drop in temperature.
It's only your imagination
Once again i turned back to the tombstone. This time, it was glowing a reddish - black. And to my horror, there was writing on it:
Your next D'mitri
I jumped up quickly and turned to run but right in front of me stood three little girls, no older then 7, linked arm in arm, eyes glowing a crimson red.
Sie sind folgend. Come join us D'mitri. Come play with us.
They said this without even opening their mouths, without taking their eyes off of him, and they said it in demonic unison. I ran as fast as i could towards the entrance but it never seemed to get closer.
play with us. Its not like you have a choice.
I continued to run mindlessly for what seemed like forever until i got to the gate. I began to push it open but it wouldn't budge. Desperately, i kicked and punched at the bars but that failed to do anything. Stupidly, I turned around to find the little girls staring back at me from beside a tire swing connected to the tree.
wait that wasn't there before
play ring around the rosy with us D'mitri. You know how it goes.

Then they began to sing:
Ring around the rosy,
pocket full of posies,
ashes, ashes,
we all fall down.

"Shut up, shut up,SHUT UP!" I clapped my hands over my ears to block out the song but it was no use. They continued to sing and it got louder and louder. "SHUT UP!"
THEY'RE COMING D'MITRI. YOUR NEXT!