[ WP ] In the spirit of Halloween , write just an old fashioned , tense horror story .

`` Mi Amor!'' 
 
 I heard the echo, his slight accent as he called for me. `` Mi AMOR!'' I tried to respond but the energy, I could n't............... 
 
 
 There was the smell of wet loam, the crunch of dried October leaves underfoot. I could hear him, he could n't begin to know where I was. `` Mi Amor!!!'' I could hear the frustration building in his voice. He was getting annoyed. 
 
 The leaves blew dustily over me as if I did n't really exist. I thought, vaguely, that the wind and plants were being rude. That thought, like all my others faded rapidly as I thought them. I could n't concentrate for long. It was too difficult. Oh look, there was a smoke trail and the smell of burning wood........... 
 
 
 I could hear the crunching of leaves. He was walking closer. I tried to open my mouth and yell but I was interrupted by the gust of cold, rain-hinting wind. Amazingly enough, leaves, dried, dead, redolent leaves, filled my mouth. 
 
 `` Mi...............'' 
 
 I leaned against the carved marble angel. I did n't feel the cold. I had n't felt the cold for some time.
