Novel & Cerita Someone Walked Over My Grave

I got up and left the room heading out to the grave. "Let me come with you, little baby," Adrian called me as I shook my head. "It's midnight for fucks sake!" He whisper shouted. "I don't care." I rasped out and my voice was croaked. I headed towards the grave walking in the midnight to the grave. My own feet carried me to their place where they placed. You all were probably thinking their boy would have burned to ashes why are you visiting a graveyard. I don't know and their burnt body was in there. I placed my head on the cold concrete while I cried my eyes out.

Without saying a word, I nodded. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, I walked through the maze of graves, my eyes scanning the inscriptions on each and every stone, my mind filled with curiosity and a sense of reverence. My emotions were a jumbled mess of sadness and anticipation as I drew closer to the place where Megan now rested. The stone monument was a haunting reminder of her life, with a large headstone standing as a testament to her existence, elegantly adorned with her name in an ornate font. Every beat of my heart felt like a reminder of her absence, intensifying the pain and causing it to clench tightly in my chest.

"What the hell are you doing here?" "I didn't know you'd be here, I was just taking a walk-" "Who said you were allowed to do that?" "I couldn't sleep and then I heard you, I didn't mean to" "You can never step foot anywhere near this grave-" "I'm sorry, I didn't know." For a time, he looked at me as if he didn't know what to do with himself. I took a moment to read the words on the tombstone. Northern Pack Reserve, Alicia Losten.

"I won't leave you." Glancing at him, I nodded. "I know it will be. One day at a time, remember?" Neal seemed a little taken back, but nodding his head he smiled. "Correct." Silence consumed the car until we pulled up to the graveyard, and I saw the massive amount of people who were in attendance. I thought I could do this, but as soon as I stepped out in the humid air, I realized I couldn't. My feet froze to the ground where I stood, unable to move forward.

I was holding a bouquet of white roses in my hand, I wasn't holding this earlier. I mean, I just finished having dinner in bed from Victor and a box of chocolate, so how the hell did I get here. “Vee?!" “Victor!?” No reply came. I glanced around, hoping to find someone at least but there was no one, not even an animal. My heart stopped beating momentarily. In front of me was an open grave, its dark, gaping maw seemed to beckon me. It was odd. Who dug a grave and left it open? Where had the cemetery man gone to?

Above the numerous graves, several cherry blossom trees hanged high, shielding us from the sun, and also casting shadows that might possibly cause a scare for some of us if we chose to walk around the cemetery by evening time sundown. We walked past several of the grave sites and approached one that looked rather magestic. We were at the edge of it, when Kian broke into a sentence. "This is my mother's grave." His voice was grave and quite strange to hear in relation to the fact that we had been quiet, moving through the place for a while without a word muttered at anybody.

I can't believe I only arrived more than twenty years later. She trailed the name on the grave with her fingers every inch of it was like knives being stabbed in her heart. Adrian, I'm late. After both Connie and Hilda paid their respects at the grave, each of them walked down the hill with a heavy feeling. Since it was a deserted hill, there was only one way up, those who wanted to visit the grave needed to take the same road down. She had been in search of the large footprints and the bear footprints that she spotted earlier on their journey down. However, amidst the other footprints, the little bear one could no longer be seen.

Jose lay awake staring at the ceiling. He slipped out of bed and checked his phone in the bathroom. One message from an unknown number. A photo of Elias's grave at night, dirt freshly turned. Then another, right behind it. Camille's old number. I did what you were too weak to do. Jose's stomach dropped through the floor. He wanted to throw the phone. He wanted to crawl back into bed and fuck Camille again until his brain went quiet. He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain.

I asked, my voice shaky. Nothing about this situation felt fine. But before I could say anything else, I noticed movement in the distance. Someone was walking toward the grave site.

"I still can't believe Dad didn't remember the day his 'lovely' left him here on earth to deal with a new born full of life and trouble. Come to think of it, I don't even know what she looked like. I didn't know. Seventeen years and I still didn't know. Maybe when I get home, I'll search for a picture or something. Anything to see what mom looked like. "Later mom." I say before stepping forward to crouch and place the daffodils in my hands in front of the headstone with as much care as possible. With a new weight in my shoulders, I turned away from mother and approached the exit of the graveyard with bragged steps. Dog walkers, couples, lovers, teen girl groups, old people, shop owners, rand