A cold wind blows through the small decrepit graveyard in front of the church. Shutters and other loose neglected ad to the mood of death and decay.
Outside Church, Outside Church
black stray cat
mischievous teenager
I am a young squire who likes to play jokes. I am angry at the rich knights that I serve. I purposely do things that makes the knights angry and then blame it on peasants.
What an obnoxiously loud cat.  I can't believe that knight thought I should do a vigil here.  All I did was throw some mud at that noble Lord; any squire would have done the same. hhhiiiiisssssss HIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS *thinks to self "stuiped human"* That cat there sure is giving me the willies though.  Hope it's not possessed or something like that. "Exactly why I like mice are better than humans, Just because I live in the cemetery then think I was full of diseases, uh* MMMEEEOOOWWWWWWW Man, it's staring me awful hard.  Get back, cat or... I'll throw this muddy weed at you! *leaps toward human* FFIIISSSSSSSSS Gah! Get BACK! Back, I say! *plays with dead mouse while rolling over on back* What the - I could have sworn I hit that cat.  But my fist went right through it, and now it's acting like I didn't hit it at all. Is it... is it a g-ghost? *there he goes again, talking all crazy, just like a human.* *uhhh that wind was cold* MEOWWWW Man, forget this nonsense.  Sir Lancelot can assign me some other punishment; I'll gladly muck out stables for a week, nay, a month rather than stay here. RAWRRRRR