Garden of Graves

This a v.short story I wrote this when I was 11! This story was restricted to 60 words.

Icy gulps engulfed the gaunt figure on the anniversary of his hideous death. His blank eyes watched as four daredevil children, soon turned to three, to two, to one before the last child heard the ghastly scream, he ran, and saw them, the three filled graves… and the empty one…