Gravestone Stories Novels & Stories

“They say that Father Albert has been furious about the matter. He has asked the city council to post soldiers at the entrance to the cemetery in order to prevent it from happening again. " "Father Albert?" "The priest of Mortis of the church of the six great gods." "And who is the 'Tomb Raider'?" Viktor asked nervously. “The name has its origin in the popular fable that parents tell their children to scare them and make them behave well. But now it seems that the "Tomb Raider" is not a simple scary tale for children, after all. The first bodies began to disappear at the end of last year. Three in a few months. The first was hardly missed, since it belonged to a hanged criminal. The second w

The man looked at the picture on the card carefully and it took him much longer to start the story than the previous two cards. “A man with a face full of regret stands alone in the middle of an empty and lonely grave. The man looked at the gravestone in front of him which had the names of his parents written on it. That — was the grave belonging to his parents. So that man recently lost his parents and he is very sad about the death of both of them. He felt that he could not handle all of his own life, and suddenly his parents left.

Still, I don't have any idea why? A strange silence enveloped us when his black SUV halted to stop. My heart was beating nonconstancy rising up and down against my willpower. The scene was dead as our mutual understanding. There was not even a single house, not the stars were gazing at me, nor was the wind mildly floating in the air. Only a hunting scene was there to greet me in its power. There is something strange about this world, and more than that something strange about gravestones, They stood so cruelly, strangely against the wisdom of the modern world without expressing their truth. They have power, dare to break you down into millions of pieces.

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They were not the only ones in the cemetery, other people were there, mostly dressed in black just like she and Julie were. The sound of the outside world was muffled when they entered through a door that led to a big field where the graves were. They moved slowly, reverently, between the graves, Megan's eyes were drawn to the rows of headstones, each one a silent marker of a life once lived, now memorialized in weathered stone. The inscriptions, etched with care, told stories of love, loss, and the fleeting nature of the short time on earth. They stopped when they reached a particular grave. The name written on the headstone was Esther Sallow, underneath her name was the date of the year sh

As she gazed at Lea's smiling face on the gravestone, she could not help but wonder if the person who came to visit was Anthony. Suddenly, a strange sound interrupted her thoughts. Hearing strange noises in a graveyard always gave her a creepy feeling, and the chilly weather only amplified it. It sounded like someone trying to muffle their screams, struggling to break free. Kisa furrowed her brow and looked around, and suddenly she saw a pair of feet behind another gravestone. She was terrified.

ASHGRAVE REVISITED The Road Beneath the Smoke "We're here," Maera said quietly, pulling her cloak tighter as they crested the edge of a shattered ridge. The sky overhead was the colour of old bone, the clouds hanging low, thick with soot and silence. Beneath them stretched the forgotten grave-city of Ashgrave, once a sanctum of the Flameblood legacy. Now it was stone and shadow, entombed in blackened volcanic glass. Xavier stepped forward, his boots crunching over brittle obsidian. "So this is where they buried our ancestors."

“Speaking of things that go bump in the night, did you hear about that thing in the graveyard over in Higganum?” Leesa’s heart rate spiked again as the images from her dream came rushing back to her. Higganum was a small rural community less than ten miles south of Weston College. She hoped Cali wasn’t going to say what she thought she was going to say. “Graveyard?” she asked. “No, I didn’t hear anything.” She was almost afraid to ask about it, but she had to know. “What happened?” “It’s really freaky. Someone dug up a bunch of bodies, and then left ‘em lying right there on the ground.”

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

Luckily, here I am. I took one of the candles and lit it, but it was soon blown off by the wind. Before dropping my words and chatting with the gravestone, I gave a bitter smile. "I hope you're still listening to my stories, Azazel." I spoke while looking at the tombstone, his tombstone. "I'll be the one telling you stories now since you didn't get to continue telling your stories to me." It's been hours... hours of talking to the gravestone as if he's there.