C167 Encountering the ghost in the broken temple

That night, the moon was cold and the cold, cold wind was blowing. Phosphorous fires were drifting about the grave, and from time to time, the chirping of strange birds could be heard.

We did not open the flashlight because we were afraid that the ghost would discover us. There was only a single moon in the sky that emitted a sliver of moonlight to illuminate the pitch-black night