Regular Show Grave Sights Novels & Stories

I know what I must do. "Okay," I sigh reluctantly. "I'll get you. Let's not hide this from Addom and Hasker. We'll tell them later and accept whatever punishment they give us." ** ORCHID Eve's grave is marked by a simple cairn in a bright clearing surrounded by dense forests. I laid down the small bouquet of flowers I brought from town. For a few minutes, I just sit there in silence, looking at her grave. I try to think of something to say to her, but it feels weird, like I'm just talking to a pile of rocks. Instead, I remember the good times we had together as friends.

A psychotic alpha like Malachi might not even have given Griff’s mother the dignity of a plot. “There’s a small forest on the outskirts of town. Beyond it is the cemetery where she’s buried.” “Then let’s go.” We took a yellow taxi to the other side of town, to the forest Griff had mentioned earlier. Hundreds of graves lay in neat lines within a large clearing surrounded by trees. We walked along a grassy path, passing small statues, moss-covered memorials, and obelisks engraved with family names. Griff stopped at a stone monument labeled GRIFFITHS.

“I have no idea how this work but it would help if you stop threatening me and let me think. You could also just shoot me but then you get nothing but my husband and my men on your back.” “Fine, think,” he concedes. I might have some advantage but Franco and Dion are monsters. My only way out of here is to either get them what they want or prove that it’s all a myth. Either way, I have to open this grave. I move towards the grave and look closely at it. While all the others have engraved photographs of the Kings and Queens, it just has a roaring lion head. Looking closely into its mouth I see a small lever and pull it.

The cemetery administrator looked intimidated by Elliott's commanding presence and shakily pointed toward the monitors. "When we did our rounds yesterday, there was nothing unusual at her grave. It must've been disturbed this morning. All the footage is here. Not many people came this morning, though… You can see for yourselves." It was an unforgivable act to dig up one's grave. The administrator couldn't think of anyone who would commit this. If anything, only an animal would do something so vile, not even sparing the dead. He had been managing cemeteries for years, but this was the first time he had seen something this monstrous.

I watched him nose into a few bales of hay and start eating like nothing was wrong. “Can this get any stranger?” Griffith said, deadpan… and one second later, I hated that question. I stepped into the little shed, passing a stack of split logs, but that wasn’t what grabbed me. In the middle of the plank floor, someone had dug a huge pit. I looked down, one hand clamped over my nose, my face going hard. “Yeah… it could get worse,” Griffith muttered. A dozen women’s bodies lay piled below in the dark, rotting slow.

** **The grave belongs to a woman named Sophia Calloway. **Date of death: three years ago.** **Next of kin listed: Martha Calloway.**

He tells me. I freeze, but don’t say anything. I let out a sigh of relief when we pull up at the family graveyard as usual it’s empty. He gets out and the team is waiting for us. I look around the graveyard. I walk over to where Angie’s empty grave is. I stand before her grave, her picture staring back at me. I hear Andre beside me. He doesn’t say anything.

I let out a faint, bitter laugh as the last of my strength drained away. Samson watched as I fell to the floor, my face drained of all color. He suddenly snapped back to his senses and caught me before I hit the floor, his face ashen with fear. "Sharon! What's wrong? Sharon, answer me!" The trash can beside me toppled in the process, and the empty bottle rolled out. He snatched it up and sniffed it. "Wolfsbane? Sharon, are you insane? You're not allowed to take your own life, you hear me?"

The priest rose—concluding the burial. Every moment felt like eternity, Raven stood next to her father's grave. She remained mute—debating on what to say. Eyeing the graveyard, Raven admired how neat it was. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the manicured grass. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind—a city block for the dead. How Fred would have hated this place.

Beside me, Zander didn’t move. He stood straight. Still. His hands at his sides. His jaw tight. His face empty. Too empty. I glanced at him for a second, then looked away quickly. I didn’t want him to catch me staring. The coffin reached the bottom. The straps were pulled away. And just like that— She was gone. Forever. A man stepped forward first. Older. Gray hair. He picked up a handful of dirt and dropped it into the grave. The sound hit the coffin softly.