Regular Show Grave Sights Novels & Stories

P 🕯⛼🕯 ╚═══════════════╝ My eyes trailed at the letters scraped on the gravestone with sorrowful eyes, yet no tears dared to escape. My hands reached for the candles as I lit one up again. "It's my first time visiting your grave after a year again." I said as I reached for the tombstone to brush off some dirt covering his name. "The caretakers here don't clean your tombstone, don't they?" "You really need to leave me here, huh?" I sighed as I laughed. "Damn, if only I can go here every day, I'll be the one cleaning your tombstone."

Time had left its mark on this ancient place, yet it still retained a powerful aura. The trio ventured through the broken, metallic door of the cemetery, Serene casting a glance over her shoulder to ensure the door remained open until their return. As Serene, Josie, and Anthony entered the cemetery, they were greeted by a haunting sight: thousands of graves, some broken and others empty. It seemed like the work of malevolent forces, as if they sought to harness the power that lingered here. Serene felt a tug in her soul, a sign that the spirits were aware of her presence, and demanded acknowledgment.

she said but looked down when something outside caught her eye. "Something wrong?" Rebecca asked. "I saw something move in the cemetery" Rebecca looked down with her, the moon always full and the light sufficient, but the height if the room had them first make sure, then Rebecca gasped. "What!?" Melany asked. "Am I seeing this correctly!? Danté's grave!?" Melany looked and saw it "Its open!"

The cemetery is too crowded for grief. Gabriel stands at the graveside, watching as pack members file past the open casket for their final respects. Alphas in expensive suits. Betas with their heads bowed. Omegas dabbing at tears with handkerchiefs. Everyone is performing their role in this ritual of death. The morning air is crisp, carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass and the white lilies Vanessa selected. Gabriel's suit feels too tight across his shoulders, the black tie strangling him with every breath.

don't ever piss that man off. "We're here, ma'am and sir." The driver exclaimed. "Thanks! Have a nice day!" I opened the door and replied. Before I could step foot, the driver interfered, "Forgive me for being nosy, sir, but I think the eastern graveyard is closed for safety reasons." Hmm... Sir Rigor moves quick. It's only 6:30 Pm, and the assault starts at twelve midnight... that's an ample amount of time. "We'll pay our respects from beyond the gates..." Reyna replied.

The heavy weight of the text message was still stuck in my mind, but I refused to let it affect me. If someone was watching, I wanted them to see me shining. "A statement to the city that the Ghost is dead and the Graves are in control." Atlas turned, a brow arched in curiosity. "A celebration? We’re in the middle of a war, Love." "Exactly," I smirked, walking toward him until I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. "Let's do a masquerade ball. This weekend. At Graves Estate. We'll invite top candidates, potential distributors, and the mayor. No Gunn. No Aaron. Just the people who matter."

Noah quietly walked away, leaving Otis sobbing at my grave. Colette was sent to a mental hospital. She hugged a pillow, calling it David or Lenora. Nurses said she woke up at night, screaming that someone had called her Mom. Neville ended up on the streets, in debt from gambling. He was found dead in a filthy alley, killed in a brawl. In his pocket, there were only 30 bucks left. His expensive phone had long been sold for drugs. Otis lost everything. ... He wandered the streets, unhinged.

she told Cali. “Okay,” Cali replied, surveying the graveyard. “It looks cool.” They turned and passed through the gateway. Leesa guessed the cemetery was probably less than one hundred years old. The grass was lush and well-manicured; the headstones were all clean, and unlike the markers common in older graveyards, showed little weather damage. There was nothing at all spooky about this place, even with the sun beginning to sink beyond the western horizon. Still, Leesa and Cali took each other’s hand as they walked up the gently sloping asphalt path toward the top of the hill, where the gravestones were gathered more closely together.

"I also said there is no grave, how do you explain that? There are no records at the hospital! They just gave excuse after excuse! It's very suspicious and I don’t believe any of it. Did you see him? Did you see his...his body?" "Ethan Graham Taylor is buried in the Taylor family mausoleum, Robert. And no, I haven’t been there yet, I’m still not able to see his grave. I’m not ready! But I'm also not ready for this that you’re doing. You’re finished if you think you’ll gain anything from this. Just one thing, at least respect my pain and don’t mock me like this." "Fine. Don’t believe me, but tell me…did you see his body or not?"

Neither man hesitated. The cemetery sat atop a low hill east of Reed Manor. The entire place had been sealed off. Sentinels surrounded the grounds. Several looked pale. One was actively vomiting behind a tree. Savannah understood why the moment she saw the grave. The earth had been dug up. Carefully. Professionally. The wooden coffin sat broken beside the open pit. Empty. Completely empty. Savannah stopped walking. For several seconds she simply stared. Then she climbed into the grave.