Pet Sematary Parents Guide Novels & Stories

"I'm not here to pretend he was perfect. He wasn't. But he was my father. And I loved him. Even when I didn't like him." He stops. Swallows. "That's all I have to say." He walks back to Paige. She takes his hand. The priest closes with a prayer. It's over. --- HARUTO The cemetery is cold. Rain falls. Black umbrellas dot the grass. I stand at the edge of the grave. Paige beside me. Marcus and Julian behind me. The casket lowers. Dirt piles beside the hole. I should say something. Should cry. Should feel something. But I just stand there.

Henry said, to which Malcolm nodded. “Oh, is that right?” “Yes.” Thereafter, Malcolm assisted us with our luggages, ignoring mine and Eduardo's reassurance that we were fine. “Alright then. I'll be on my way now,” He said. “Do not hesitate to call me if you need help.” “We won't.” And with that, he took his leave while Eduardo and I gave the kids a bath before going backyard, to my family's private cemetery where my parents were. Both their headstones were made with onyx marbles, as they had stipulated in their respective wills.

In the hushed stillness of the cemetery, Samantha whispered softly to the gravestones before her, her voice barely above a murmur. "Hey, mom, dad. It’s been a while," she began, her breath hitching as she leaned down to place a bouquet of tulips, a feeble offering to the memory of her estranged parents.

She gestured to him to come over and said, “Sammy, come over. I’ve made you your favorite soup.” In the living room, a sad voice whispered, “Everyone has sins. We all have different sins… “Who can decide who’s right or wrong and who deserves to sleep forever…” The End.

For the first time since signing the contract, she was starting to regret her decision. The cemetery was peaceful and quiet. Big, tall oak tress dotted the edges and the white tombstones stood at attention as she walked in. Guilt pulled at her feet as she made her way along the paths to where her parents rested. She hadn’t come in far too long. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.” Emma stood before two gravestones. They were simple and small, but they were a mark on the world that her parents had been here. She sat down on the green grass between them and sighed.

Memories... Sammy stands looking around but there was no sign of the car. Slipping from what she now realized was the graveyard she found her way back to the house. Sammy enters the kitchen with a couple of question in mind. “Uncle Harold, where is my parents?” She asked pointedly with a very direct look in her eyes. The man seems startled into paleness. His eyes darted so fast to his wife it was impossible for her not to notice. Sammy watches them struggling to find an appropriate answer. She also realized she left herself open to queries from their side.

"Mom begs you, seeing you like this breaks my heart..." I wiped my tears and looked at my mother: "Then take me to see Kael." "I need to see him, dead or alive." My parents looked at each other, their eyes full of pain and struggle. Finally, my father nodded heavily: "Okay, I'll take you to see him." They didn't take me to the pack morgue. Nor did they take me to a funeral home. Instead, they drove me to the Pack's Ancestral Cemetery in the forest.

"Yes, we are fine son. It seems you have found the keyhole in the figure didn't you. You only need to know is that the key to open that is with your grandpa, well you can say that it contains the secret of your grandfather's disappearance and many more." His dad said cryptically. Phil found it odd since his parents were just a normal couple although his grandfather was a little strange since he once saw his room filled with creepy carvings and parchments filled with strange writings and drawings. Phil still accepted his parent's gift and hugged them, tired from the party Phil excused himself and made his way to his room.

“When I was little, you all said I was too young. When I grew older, I didn’t… I didn’t want to know. But now I need to.” Mistress Arlena’s gaze softened in a way I had never seen before. “Yes. I will take you.” “Thank you.” ▪︎▪︎▪︎ The drive to the cemetery was quiet at first. The hum of the engine filled the silence, my thoughts turning in heavy circles. I pressed my palms against my knees, grounding myself. “What were they like?” I asked finally. “My parents.”

The door opened. She froze mid-motion with her phone, then awkwardly stepped back with a forced smile. "That was quick… Finished talking already?" Emmett nodded expressionlessly, then walked over and sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead. I stayed in the bedroom with my parents, not coming out. The strange atmosphere made her restless. She couldn’t hold back and stepped forward to pry. "Son, what did that monster say to you? You look like you’ve lost your soul. You’re the only heir of this family. You can’t let anything happen to you!"