Each one had been told by the head instructor to spend time alone in the graveyard. He could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. Don't let your thoughts run wild. See how they try to frighten you. We have talked about death before.
Death is the unknown.
He remembered his teacher's words at their last meeting. But tonight, what had seemed so clear was no longer clear. The student felt alone, overwhelmed by the reality of the graveyard. The presence of the dead around him, the silence, the eternal end to being alive, appeared as a black fathomless hole. He would catch his spinning thoughts as they began to whirl away into fantasies of ghosts of death.