A Relief
As he entered the town square for the third time that night, he realized the lack of lights couldn't be a coincidence—the place was a haven for nothing but ghosts and ghouls. Where was he? What has happened to this place that should feel so familiar but instead seems so alien? His heart hurting, his body exhausted, Tom picked up the pace again and quickly ran across the waterless fountain area and down the small road until he reached the entrance to the cemetery.
He didn't know how he'd missed it before, but Tom saw that more than half of one side of the stone archway had crumbled and fallen to the ground into a pile of dusty rubble. Dozens of rods from the iron fence were missing or bent, looking like the mangled teeth of a horrific robot. The moon vanished entirely behind a large bank of clouds, casting everything into sinister shadows. The tombstones seemed bigger, less defined, leaning at odd angles.