So You Chose To Run

You stand yourself up, your jeans are soaked from the 
muddy ground you fell onto.. You look around once 
more before heading across the graveyard in the 
direction of home...You hear footsteps behind you 
and stop dead in your tracks.. You didn't see anybody 
just now so where were the footsteps coming from... 
You compose yourself, preparing to turn around to 
see what fate awaits you, but before you do you 
feel a heavy wet hand on your shoulder you spin around 
and find yourself looking into an old mans face.. 
Rain dripping from his hat he looks at you and speaks 
"What are you doing here at this time of night Son?" 
You look at him wanting to ask him the same question... 
humouring the old man you answer 
"I'm on my way home, this is a short cut.." 
You can't resist asking him his own question 
"What are YOU doing here?" 
The old man grins a lopsided grin, his teeth showing, 
they are yellow and he stinks of alcohol.. 
"I'm the graveyards night watchman" he croaks... 
" I heard a noise back there, what was it?" 
you ask the old man who you now feel very uneasy 
to be around. The old mans face goes straight, 
no longer grinning he stares hard into your eyes 
"Leave this place, 'tis no place for a young man to be" 
Do You :

How Brave Are You?????