Someone Walked Over My Grave Novels & Stories

I head towards the grave, just as I near it, I frown when I see the fake grass missing, the grave is out in the open. I run towards it and kneel down. I glide my hand over the concreate looking around in panic, where is the grass? Why is the grave out in the open? I clearly remembering covering it the last time I visited. Suddenly, I hear a crunching sound behind me, my heart stops for a second as I sense someone standing behind me. I'm too afraid to turn around. "I hate people who don't know how to mind their own business!" The voice spats harshly. My blood runs cold as I recognize the familiar voice of none other than...

I paused to look at her, how can someone be this thoughtful? “Thank you, Elizabeth.” I say and walked into the cemetery. Weirdly enough, it was exactly like it was last year. Did people not die? I heaved deeply as I approached mom’s grave, I felt my throat tighten up as I sighted it. It’s been another year. I paused slightly on seeing a person stand in front of the grave, walking closer to see who it was. A wave of anger filled me up as I stared at the scene unfolding right in my eyes.

I knew I would find comfort besides my mom’s grave. The sun was going down as I walk over to it. Then I stopped suddenly. Someone was bending down putting flowers on the grave. I walked quickly to get a look at the person. “Hey.” I said. They turned and my mouth opened in surprise.

They don't know the whole truth so I should understand. I only went out after all of them, including my friends, were gone. While walking to the grave, my knees gradually weakened. Still, I continued walking until I finally reached his grave. My impending tears came again when I read his name on the tombstone. I fell to my knees when I couldn’t take it any longer.

Once more. I begin to walk back towards Azura's grave, and Lucien has no trouble keeping pace with me. I observe the people at the cemetery tossing dirt into the pit. As I inhale deeply, my throat constricts, and my heart, along with the world, seems to come to a standstill.

“Running around graveyards?” The man looked confused. “I like to take walks, sure, but I’ll just go around parks at most. I’ve never been to a graveyard before!” “Us elderly people are most afraid of that!” Harvey couldn’t wrap his head around the situation. ‘He’s never been to a graveyard?’ “Did you pick up money on the road with a note inside, saying that a few years of your lifespan is being borrowed, or something of the sort?”

I walked to his side, my heart filled with a mix of empathy and sadness. Together, we walked to her grave with a bouquet in our hands. He went forward first, said a few words, shed some tears, and then stepped back. He motioned for me to go forward and to be honest, I was scared. I was visiting someone I didn't know was alive all these times and now she is dead and I'm at her funeral. With a deep breath, I walked forward and placed the flowers on the freshly covered grave. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I looked down at the mound of soil, the final resting place of a woman I had never met but who had played a significant role in Rico's life.

ANA I drag myself out of the car, my feet heavy as lead as I make my way to the graveyard behind the gated fence. Every step feels like I’m wading through thick mud, weighed down by the endless tears I’ve cried and the hollow ache in my chest. I don’t even know how I made it here, but somehow, I keep moving. I push open the gate with trembling fingers and let my legs carry me to the headstone. The graveyard is quiet, almost untouched, the few bodies buried here belonging to people connected to my family. It’s a private place, away from the world.

I told myself, putting my sudden cautious feeling on everything else that was tormenting every part of my being. I kept walking when I looked back and I could no longer see Kyan or the others and if I didn’t keep moving forward, my legs would have had a mind of their own and ran back, like my brain was willing them to. In the distance I could see everyone standing in the dreary graveyard stood over the numerous mounts of shovelled dirt that covered our loved ones. I took in a deep breath and exhaled as calmly as I could as I made my way to them.

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.