Novel & Cerita Regular Show Grave Sights

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?"

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

Noah didn’t know how long he stood there looking at the grave. He didn’t speak, and neither did Sterling. It was obvious Sterling had hired a professional. There wasn’t a speck of dirt on the stone, not a blade of grass out of place. It looked just like it did when she was buried here, like time had frozen in a single moment of grace. Cared for better than any other headstone in the cemetery. It was eerie. Beautiful. A lie.

I tried to destroy the rock by pushing it many times it takes hours but the rock is slowly pushing away and in a final push *crack* "HHUUPPP!!!" *BAG* I slowly crawl out and witness where am i there is a lot of gravestones that are carved or inserted at the wall *WAAAAA* *HEEEELLLP!!!** **RRROOAAARRRRR* **GRRRROOU* and a horrifying scene takes place right before my eyes there's this man feasting the body of the person lying on the ground

The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably. “Clara…” I turned in surprise at the sound of Lucas’s voice. I watched as he approached, a vibrant bouquet of red roses cradled in his arms. I stood frozen as he placed the flowers atop my gravestone. He sighed quietly. For a moment, I feared he could see me. His eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot with exhaustion. Stubble lined his jaw, and no emotion appeared in his gaze. I glanced at the bouquet and laughed softly. “Who brings red roses to a funeral, Lucas? I honestly don’t know what to say to you.”

Margaret glanced at it and said comfortingly, "No, Amy. Don't look at it." … The leader chuckled, "Let's go, guys. We shouldn't stop them from atoning their sins." After that, the four men passed through the densely packed graves toward the exit of the cemetery. They heard the pitiful cries of the two women behind them, along with a few hoots of the owls from time to time. The noises sounded scary in the empty suburbs. Even the four men felt chills run down their spines. Grim cursed, "Fuck! I wouldn't have dared to do this job if that lady hadn't paid me so much. This is so fucking scary."

*** Spencer showed up at my grave again looking rough—dark circles, unshaven, totally wrecked. He lit a small candle in front of my headstone. A gust of wind snuffed it out instantly. That was me. Why? Because his presence was annoying.

The zombie grunted and made a concerted effort to move the soil from the grave in greater quantities, all while sending me little glares from his empty eye sockets—it had less impact without actual eyeballs. “Endora.” I screeched. I may be the most evil of witches in the entire country, but it’s still a dark and quiet cemetery on Halloween. Swinging around on my heeled boots, I scowled at the ground-keeper sneaking up on me like an ancient ghost. The gnarled old man in his late seventies was one of the few humans to be aware of our existence, only because most of my work was done in the very place he managed and he’d seen more than his fair share of hands breaching fresh graves.

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