Pet Sematary Novels & Stories

he said, then looked at me. I was surprised as it was not part of our schedule. "Ok, I can take the jeepney from here. Just enjoy," I replied. Lance stared at me before saying, "You won't come with us? I was hoping to get your feedback on a book I was hoping to buy." Izzie grinned and pulled me towards Lance's car. "Of course, Nia will come with us. I will be going someplace with Theo but you two enjoy your friendly date." Lance opened the door for us and Izzie quickly sat at the back. I took the passenger side. Soon, we were driving towards the mall. It was a lazy Saturday morning and there were very few shoppers at that time. Lizzie dashed to the mall after saying goodbye to us. Lance and

And today, they were both going together to pay respects to the woman who had always been their anchor. When they arrived, Emma stepped out and inhaled deeply as she glanced at her father and held his hand. The cemetery stretched wide and quiet, dotted with tombstones that stood in rows. Together, she and her father walked until they reached the one they were looking for. On the polished stone, the words were carved neatly: SELENA SMITH

Along the dark, empty street, they walked and talked until, to their mild surprise, they neared that stretch leading toward the long row of hedges bordering Summerset Park, and just before it, that narrow road curving toward Marion Cemetery. Now that she thought about it again these years later, Anne could hardly believe they had walked so far. Even on that night of years ago, a man advanced in many years, a whispering man wearing a ruby ring, wandered the cemetery. His whispers carried on the breeze of the late hour, though Anne scarcely heard the sound and never knew its source. The thought of the cemetery and an unmarked grave somewhere among its stones, Damon’s grave, broke through Anne’

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

Answers seeking is useless, if time does not allow two people to know what mystery awaits. Que sera sera; Only time is the real cursor of life. - Unknown. ------------------------------------ The year 2000 in Manila | Saint Saiti's Hospital. _____________________ "You are not allowed to leave this room. You are coming with me," says Jemiah. "No, she's going to stay with me. I have only been with her for three months. You are being selfish, Jemiah!" says her father.

Ryan had a brave face while Sarah was silently praying that the ritual stuff should be over. Mr Wellspring drove on the lonely road till he got to an aluminum advanced signboard which had CEMETERY written on it then he turned right. Immediately he turned to the cemetery lane, cold breeze blew gently, Mr Wellspring held tightly to the wheels and struggled to drive till they got to the big cemetery gate. Immediately they got to the gate, a very violent wind blew heavily that they had to cover their ears and close their eyes for minutes, making no one say anything or open their eyes.

The wind howled and the breeze that followed rattled the stool, the noise jerked the drunken old man back into consciousness. Old Adam opened his sleepy eyes a little. He wiped the saliva from the bottom of his lips where he sat hunched over in his lounge chair. Everywhere in the cemetery was pitch black. How come the night came so suddenly? The old man thought in his mind. It was barely hours ago when the sky was painted in hues of different colors...

“This is my job. Not hard at all. Not hard at all!” — After leaving the tea house, Sarah followed the address Detective Watson had provided and went to find Darryl herself. She was curious about him. More importantly, she was not ready to abandon this lead. The cemetery was located on the outskirts of the city, quiet and secluded. She had already learned that burial plots here were worth a fortune. Every inch of land was priced like gold. The moment she stepped out of her car, a man approached her enthusiastically. “Hello, ma’am! Are you here to purchase a burial plot?”

Even now, their conversations felt borrowed, shallow, as though all the words that mattered had been missed long ago. The car slowed and came to a stop at the cemetery entrance. Serena stepped out, the air cool and damp against her skin. Rows of tombstones stretched into the distance, orderly and silent. The sight triggered a sudden memory—of another return, another place, four tombstones standing behind her, the world so quiet it felt as though she were the only living soul left in it. She followed Alexander inward. The heavy rain from the previous days had soaked the ground. Though stone steps paved the way, the path was slick and uneven. After only a few steps, a hand appeared in front of

I reached for my purse on the right side of my bed and opened it. My feet touched the carpet. They were also cold. I needed something warm. Without another moment to waste, I picked up the air conditioning remote and lowered the temperature. That felt way better. I returned my attention to the purse and pulled out the burner phone. I turned it on, and waited for any message to come in. Then it came. From a familiar number. Only one body was found. The second grave is empty. That didn't sit well. How could only one body be found? I had seen them die. There should have been two filled graves.