Someone Walked Over My Grave Novels & Stories

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.

"Get the fuck off of me or I'll scream." "Swearing in church? Really?” okay he made me mad. I pushed him and walked out. I found people already going outside. I had to run in heels so I can keep up with Ed. But I found him waiting for me. We walked to the graveyard. Everyone was mourning but I almost committed a sin. “Sorry for your trouble.” People walked over to us and patted Ed. He just gave a wan smile. And nodded. After The Burial, At the mansion.

Not anymore. Because I broke her. When they lowered it into the earth, the sound of the straps creaking echoed through my skull. I saw the white lid dip slowly below ground level, inch by inch, until it disappeared completely. Gone. My legs buckled, but I didn’t fall. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. People stepped forward one by one, dropping roses into the grave. Each flower was a farewell, a piece of closure. Kaylee went next. She paused before she let go of the rose, tears trailing down her cheeks.

"No, I need to do this myself. I need to walk this difficult road on my own. After all, I’ll be alone in the future." Her words made everyone present feel a little bitter. My eyes started to get a little heated and watery. She took a deep breath and continued to walk uphill. Finn's mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words. I could guess what Finn wanted to say. When we arrived at her mother’s grave, we were surprised. The place was well-kept, and the flowers in front of the grave were still fresh. Beatrice seemed surprised too. She stood still for a moment, looking at the photo on the tombstone, which was immaculate. It looked like someone had cleaned it.

I sighed and stared at the cemetery entrance in front of me. “You might need someone to walk you in. I know it’s late so perhaps you’re scared,” Grayham said. “You have to be kidding,” I replied and started marching toward the gate. “This is my neighborhood and this place is barely locked. Also, the lights here are never turned off and I don’t believe in ghosts,” “I see!” We traced our way into the cemetery and walked down to the end of the road. We located my father’s tomb and then stopped right in front of it,”

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