One morning I was hiking on top of a mountain. I had to walk for four days. When I was at the top I tripped over a carved stone. I removed all the crisp snow on it and it said Betty Leverd, born in 1920 died in 1996 . I was so surprised that there was a gravestone . I set up my tent, I grabbed all my supplies. The grave was covered in CRIMSON blood I thought that was a little creepy .There where millions of gravestones . I shouted help I was scared. I FRANTICALLY ran down the steep, misty mountain.
