Quotes / Creepy Cemetery

Oft in the lone church-yard at night I've seen,
By glimpse of moonshine chequering thro' the trees,
The school boy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up,
And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones,
(With nettles skirted, and with moss overgrown,)
That tell in homely phrase who lie below.
Sudden he starts, and hears, or thinks he hears,
The sound of something purring at his heels;
Full fast he flies, and dare not look behind him,
'Till, out of breath, he overtakes his fellows,
Who gather round and wonder at the tale
Of horrid apparition tall and ghastly,
That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand
O'er some new-open'd grave; and (strange to tell!)
Evanishes at crowing of the cock.

— from "The Grave", 1743 poem by Robert Blair

Under the arc of weatherstained boards
Ancient goblins and warlords
Come out the ground without making a sound
The smell of death is all around
And at night when the cold wind blows
No-one cares, and nobody knows
I don't wanna be buried in the pet sematary
'Cause I don't wanna live my life again
I don't wanna be buried in the pet sematary
'Cause I don't wanna live my life again

— "Pet Sematary", The Ramones

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