Regular Show Grave Sights Novels & Stories

Until now. Shifting into drive, I hit the gas a little harder than intended. Gravel tumbles underneath the tires, keeping me from moving for a second before the Volvo takes off. I manage to turn around, easing up on the gas and finally hitting pavement to pass the cemetery gates. It's still pitch black outside but I'm beyond positive it shouldn't be. I've been gone for hours. This is insane. Nothing makes sense. The Watchman. My dead brother-at least I think it's him-back from the dead.

" Susan exchanged a quick glance with him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and curiosity. They had no choice but to seek another entrance. Mohammed cautiously moved toward the side of the villa, and Susan followed hesitantly. They soon reached Mirna's window, where a faint light filtered through the curtains, breaking the The surrounding darkness of night. They stopped before him. Susan pulled her coat tighter around her trembling body, while Mohammed leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp, trying to detect the slightest movement or shadow inside. Neither of them knew that beneath their feet, in the still soil of the villa's garden, lay three secret graves. Three murdered souls, bu

"Don't be afraid, Bella. The Astral Rose only blooms once a year. It's a rare sight. If we missed it, we'd have to wait another year. The circus will have another show next month. You don't have to feel guilty." I sneered and quickened my pace. This time, I was determined to leave and never return. Realizing that I was really leaving, Leonardo grabbed my wrist, his brows furrowing. "Are you done yet?" Then, his gaze flickered slightly as he noticed my reddened eyes. For once, he was no longer indifferent. "Are you really this upset over missing a circus show? I'll just take Jack next month." Maybe I was seeing things after crying too much. For some reason, I almost thought I saw concern in h

"This place is only ten miles away from the foot of the Nefarious Deity Sect. We should be bumping into people by now." The old man frowned and mumbled, "Are they still cultivating in isolation?" He waved his hand and said, "Wait. Why is the grass on the grave wilted? Who dug the grave? Are there people fighting in front?" "The grave was dug out?" Chase was alarmed. Could the corpse have been buried for a long time? At this thought, he quickly headed toward the grave. As he had expected, the grave had been dug open. Corpses were strewn everywhere, and there was fresh blood on their clothes.

Under the fine drizzle, Grace’s grave seemed even more desolate. There was a man as drunk as a skunk lying in front of her pitch-black tombstone, and that man was unexpectedly Holden Payne. The big bouquet in front of him seemed to be dewier after it was drenched by the fine drizzles. However, that cool tone of the flower gave people an incomparably miserable feeling.

People approached the grave one by one to pour sand into it. Hailey looked at the man in the front of the crowd. The man was tall and straight. He was putting on a simple black shirt and a pair of black pants. His sleeves were rolled up and his collar was tilted to the side. Even his shirt which to Hailey’s surprise were wrinkled. It was the first time Hailey had seen him so disheveled. He stood there motionlessly and only kept staring down at the grave silently. He was very quiet but one could sense the sadness and tension that radiated off him in waves.

He turns back forward, holding Sue's shoulder and patting it affectionately while she shakes subtly from crying. Her eyes red from all the crying and she seems to have lost a lot of weight as well. At the back of where they stood, stands Tara and Raya, carrying Ashley in her hands. The priest reads the Bible in his hands as is the normal procession. The caskets are slowly lowered into the two dug graves. "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust... Please put down sand for the family members first..." Jean goes first, crying, she grabs the shovel, scoops sand in it and throws it down. She passes the shovel to Sue who does the same and then Ford... And it continues like that until almost everyone throws

Rocky said. Hayden sat up from where he lay slumped on the back seat. His muscles and joints ached from neglect, but he barely noticed them. They were in front of a family graveyard, it would seem. It was very quiet and bright. The small gate was slightly ajar. Hayden got down from the car and wandered carefully to the gate. “She was buried two days ago,” Rocky tried to stop him. “I’m not sure there’s anything else to see, sir.” “We’re late, then?” Hayden asked.

He bent down and touched the dirt. “I hope it’s still here. Let’s find a shovel first, I think there’s one inside.” “Alright.” I walked ahead of him, trying to spot a shovel somewhere inside this ominous, ugly cemetery. I found a rusty shovel leaning on a ruined tomb with green moss growing all over it. I called Raverine and showed him the shovel but before I walked away from the tomb, I tried to read the name carved on the concrete tomb. I used the shovel to remove some moss and still couldn’t make up the owner of this tomb.

“Are you my enemy?” “Never, but I am what your enemies fear.” “And what’s that?” “What you all fear.” “Which is?” I asked, not feeling much hope she would answer me. She moved aside, and I realized my daughters had disappeared. We were in a graveyard now, the tombstones carved with moons and stars. I saw a human family weeping over a gravesite as an alpha carried a tiny coffin as she walked beside a Temple Priest. Then I saw Grace and Chloe again, but they were wearing jeans and bright t-shirts, laughing as they ran between the graves.