Confusion

I seem to have an incurable love for all things confusing. I was looking for something I wrote a few years ago when I came across the strange little thing that follows. I didn't spell check it, but I don't think it's too bad :P I'm sorry if I'm weirding you out people.

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As the boy tracked across the graveyard, a pair of eyes traced him. He cringed, as though he could feel if... or maybe it was just the icy wind tracing his skin and steeling away with his warmth. The thought of the wind calmed the curious creature in it's cramped, claustrophobic position, out of sight, out of mind and out of bounds.
«Get a move on!» it thought.

It considered crawling back through the wall and climb back up the trapdoor in the floor. But it was pitch black inside the old church by now and superstition seemed an incurable decease to the being in question, so it waited, though not very patiently, to be alone with its exit point.

As it waited there in the dark, it's restless mind tracked back up the stairs inside, back into the tower and in just under the roof, over the ceiling. Lost in the delightful memory, just for a moment it was somewhere else entirely. It giggled, out loud.
Shit!
The boy outside stopped dead. Only his head moved, strangely disconnected from the stillness of his body, looking for the source of the sound. Then, inevitably, he hurried off. Inside the wall, sometimes curious creatures cant help themselves. When the boy looked back he saw the demonic creature of his imaginings coming out of the foundation wall. Now, he ran, panicked. Behind him, exiting the underground, relived and unsettled all at once, was a creature that had only meant to sneak a peak and wasn’t demonic in the least.