As If

The gate opened with a slow creek, of its own volition. 

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ I thought, ‘A cemetery gate that has a mind of its own? I guess the universe thinks I’m a white protagonist in a horror film.’ 

I glared at the gargoyles towering above me. 

‘No thank you,’ I hollered, turning my back on the entrance. ‘I’ll be back around midday.’