It was now that I realized.
As I peered through the dusty stained glass window of the ancient church suddenly I saw my reflection, well that was the thing really, there was no reflection just a couple of bare trees, sandstone graves and wilting flowers but a blank space where I was standing.
Then it hit me,
That was why everyone was ignoring me and there seemed to be something stopping me from escaping the creepy graveyard.
So I never did escape the filthy clutches of my bloodthirsty murderer with his razor sharp pocket knife and scarred face… a killer.