Monster Essays - Descriptive Essay
I can hear the distant moans of a cold engine as it crawls up the frozen, black asphalt of the color-less cemetery road. I can see, in the distance, the faint yellow lights of the hearse, as it peers over the rolling humps of the road, and makes itís way through the thick damp fog. As the car approaches its headlights stare me down as a lion would stare down its prey. I listen to the sound of crunching fall leaves as the weighted down hearse tramples over them with its soiled tires. The blackened windows of the shinny hearse stop in front of me, and the door closest to me is thrust open. ....