Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac except you’re out camping in an unfamiliar camping ground, and as you’re trying to get back to your tent, you hear it. Distracted by the familiar song in the distance, you follow it to the source and find yourself in a… very active cemetery. A ghoul party, if you will. Though none of them actually regard you as you stand in the middle of them all - you’re merely catching a glimpse through the veil, it seems.
requested by @gothdog

















