Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Got a Live One

A cemetery is nearby.
I like to take long walks at night
Through the grounds. The watchman waves hi.
I have become his nightly sight.
Tonight, I'm walking down the lane,
Passing by a crypt above ground.
Suddenly, I hear it quite plain
From the crypt - a tapping sound.
Then the door opens with a creak.
A form emerges in a shroud.
Frozen, I cannot move or speak.
The watchman walks out, laughing loud.

Scared to death is no fun for me.
Night time in a cemetery.