Gothic Graveyard Novels & Stories

Alfred had gone and bought advertising space on the big screens in malls across the globe. He did all that just to celebrate the birthday of his 'late' daughter. The twisted part was that the Hawkins family had chosen the same day of all days to 'bury' me. There was Alfred, caught on camera, weeping uncontrollably over my coffin. Word on the street was that ever since Ruby and I were gone, he had not even had a drop to drink. The only thing keeping him alive was the nutritional shots John gave him, whether he liked it or not.

Instead, I was glad I married someone so loyal. But then, another deathday came. I saw a photo of him kissing the supposedly dead Yvonne in Lutecia when I went through his phone. I went to the cemetery, my phone in hand showing the photo. I was shivering as I demanded answers. He snatched the phone away and looked at me icily. "Are you mad, Wisteria? She's already long dead, and you're trying to sully her name with this?" I looked at the photo on the headstone. She looked a bit like me, and I laughed until tears streamed down my cheeks. "Yeah, she's dead. So, tell me, how'd a dead woman spend 150 grand on the card my dad gave you?"

The digital countdown clock on the vault wall hit the sixty seconds. 01:00 00:59 00:58 "Deborah stop the van!" Marcus bellowed. We skidded onto the dark cobblestone street outside the iron gates of Trinity Church. The ancient graveyard was a forest of gray tombstones. They were hidden in the driving rain. The dark brick spire of the church rose up into the black clouds like a warning finger. Marcus threw the sliding door open. He grabbed the iron container. Lunged toward the hidden concrete maintenance hatch near the base of the cemetery wall.

Time had left its mark on this ancient place, yet it still retained a powerful aura. The trio ventured through the broken, metallic door of the cemetery, Serene casting a glance over her shoulder to ensure the door remained open until their return. As Serene, Josie, and Anthony entered the cemetery, they were greeted by a haunting sight: thousands of graves, some broken and others empty. It seemed like the work of malevolent forces, as if they sought to harness the power that lingered here. Serene felt a tug in her soul, a sign that the spirits were aware of her presence, and demanded acknowledgment.

His voice was ragged, his chest heaving under his soaked shirt. "I’m fine," I lied for the hundredth time. I was definitely not fine. I was shivering so hard my teeth were clicking together, and the heavy satchel of ledgers was banging against my hip, bruising me with every movement. But I wasn't letting go of those books. Not now. The graveyard sat on a small hill, surrounded by a rusted iron fence that looked like jagged teeth against the gray sky. It was a lonely, creepy place even on a sunny day, but in this storm, it felt like the set of a horror movie. We needed to get to the SUV Henry had stashed for us just past the cemetery gates. It was our ticket out of this nightmare.

A shiver immediately runs down my spine as my feet touch the graveyard soil. Maybe it’s only because the cemetery is in the shadow of the forest, but it feels immediately colder and darker on this side of the fence. I follow a lightly trampled path, noticing that there are no flowers in sight, except for the fragile snowdrops sprouting like white ghosts between the headstones. Usually in a graveyard, you’d expect to see bunches of flowers in various stages of decay placed on at least some of the graves by mourners. But the graves are bare, neglected, forgotten. I don't remember them looking so decrepit.

To make it scarier, I heard the owls hooting and the wind whistling like in a typical graveyard scene in a horror movie. I grabbed his hand tightly afraid that I might get lost in the dark if I let his hand go and walked with him. He used the torch in his phone to guide us. The graveyard extended as a hill with neatly lined graves in a big square as far as you can see. There were some empty spaces between the squares where the grass was neatly groomed and managed. He led me to the highest point of the hill to such a space. “Shit, I forgot something.” He said once we reached.

The graveyard sat on a hill overlooking the city, a stretch of green caged behind rusted iron gates that had not been painted in decades. Wind slipped through the bare branches of the ancient oaks, carrying the scent of wet earth and decay, something older and heavier, like stone soaked in centuries of rain. The sky was low and gray, pressed flat against the horizon, and a thin mist clung to the ground, curling around the headstones like fingers reaching for something they could not hold.

Ophelia laughed amused at her vague response. "Sounds horrible." She smiled, shaking her head. "I wouldn't say that he's just and I'm just you know it's hard to explain." Ophelia chuckled. "It will get better." Lilith sighed seeing they arrived at their destination. "Everyone keeps saying that." She wondered when their words were was going to come true. "We're here." Lilith looked around it was the graveyard for the fallen. The gravestones were made out of ice that couldn't melt, names were engraved on them.

that had fallen over on its back. To the left of the horizontal structure was a small cemetery with many headstones, each covered with green moss and lichen, and leaning on the undulating landscape like the misshapen molars of some giant stone ogre. And it was through these tombstones that Patience Userkaf and Elmo hastily made their way, eager to get to the church before the sun shut up shop for the day. ‘Why us?’ Patience muttered. ‘That’s all I have to say.’