Graveyard Descriptive Writing

I stop at the edge of the graveyard. I am thoroughly equivocal about what to do. The wind whistles through the trees and the branches rattle the windows of a nearby building. My hands clutch the handlebars of my bike. I stare in the dark at the text message on my phone-- “ meet me in the graveyard at 9:00 and I’ll give you the photo.” My mind implores me to turn around, but my heart compels me to keep moving.
The rain changes from a drizzle to a downpour. A whooshing sound startles me and I look up. In the dark sky above me I see a single black bird fly across a streetlight, a raven or a crow. Anxious, I rest my bike against a mossy stone wall and start walking into the graveyard. Moving forward is the only way to allay my anxiety. As I enter the graveyard, it is pitch black except
My ears feel like they’re bleeding. Suddenly, I hear a loud bang, like the sound of a gunshot very close by. I am struck by a profound sense that this was a bad idea. “How am I going to get out?”, my friend whispers in fright. Sirens of a police car fast approaching echo throughout the graveyard. My friends’ frantic gesticulations give me an idea. Hesitating, I take my shoes off, untie my shoelaces and start lacing them together. I press myself down against the edge of the grave and reach down to give her the shoes. The rain pours on my cold chilled body and a rush of terror runs through me. I hear the sirens coming closer, my eardrums become weaker, and the sound penetrates my entire body.
I pull vehemently and imagine myself in a tough game of tug of war. I grip the sneake as hard as I can and yank my friend up so she barely escapes from the grave. The police car is now in sight. It approaches us and we feel the bright lights of the cruiser upon us. At the last minute, it veers by and crosses the road. My friend and I look at each other in disbelief. We gaze into the distance and notice a tree struck by lightning which crushed a parked