Eerie Feeling of Deja Vu

One sinister night, heavy laden with a dense layer of fog, no presence of moon or stars. Shrieks of a tree-dwelling owl and eerie noises of a double iron gate, hanging, swinging loosely on rusted hinges at an entrance to an old rural cemetery, was all I immediately heard. One could barely see the age-old granite headstones of ancestors interred centuries ago. Wait! Are those footsteps I hear in the distance? Is it just my imagination? A slight breeze rustles fallen leaves, and feelings of fear cause my mind to visualize spirits and shadows darting in, out, everywhere around me. Thus invading the resting places of these rusticate deceased souls. As I awaken, veiled in a blanket of sweat, great relief overwhelms me, alters me into a state of reality. I arise from my moist bed sheets, opening heavy drapes, foreseeing a glorious morning sunrise. To my horror, all that presents outside my bedroom window is gray, dark, dense fog. Quickly, I close the curtains, asking myself; "Was it only a dream, or was there something more?" Indeed, an eerie feeling of Deja vu!