Someone Walked Over My Grave Novels & Stories

Knowing that I would never see her again filled me with a fresh wave of sadness, but I took solace in the fact that she was at rest now and had nothing to worry about anymore. When I arrived at the graveyard, I located her tombstone with the details the chef had given me and walked toward it while the guards kept a respectable distance. As I got closer, I realized someone was kneeling next to it, sobbing profusely. I stopped in my tracks, wondering if I had picked the wrong time to visit, I didn’t want to interrupt anything. But as I tried to step back, I accidentally stepped on a stick, snapping it in half. “Shit,” I muttered as the sound distracted the person, who turned around. Our gazes

“Someone just walked on my grave.” “What?” he asked in confusion. “You don’t have that saying here?” I asked. He shook his head and frowned at me. I sighed. “Nevermind.” I turned my gaze back to the window as an eerie feeling settled into my bones. At the edge of the crowd, a grinning man stood staring at me.

He shrugged and left the argument, and I walked ahead of him to the people that were gathered in front of Enzo's graveyard. There weren't a lot of people, but the people there were mostly important associates. Most of them were people I knew, and the rest were people that knew me. I ignored their stares and whispers as I walked towards the front where his coffin had been lowered, and I paused in front of the grave, trying to pick up a flower from the bunch, when his son approached me. "Didn't I make myself clear the last time? I don't want you here!" I smiled and faced him, my hand picking up the flower I had intended to pick, and I patted his chest gently after stepping closer to him. "I'm

I can’t believe that she’s actually two years older than me. Her brow arched, and amusement was visible in her eyes. “Try me. I’m different in my own way, you know.” And right there and then, I didn’t know that I was actually smiling. I looked at her and smirked. “Let’s see how far you can go.” I paused reminiscing of the past when I noticed that my feet had led me to her grave as I walked around. Mica Herlock I stared at her name engraved on the tombstone. It’s already been a long time since I last came here.

Our family's prayer hall was strictly guys-only, but I was the only lady for miles who could waltz into any family's sacred space. All thanks to my lucky streak and my knack for doing the right thing. Out of nowhere, a few sighs, clear as crystal, filled with woe and agony, reached my ears. I could not help but follow the sound. Just like that, I found myself at a grave not too far off. The person had been gone for a long while, the ground around it was old, but it showed signs of recent digging. The source of the sighs was coming from down there.

His suit was sharp, his tie black, and his eyes. They were on me. He was here. But I did not wave. I did not recognize him. I did not stir. I simply turned away. Lily gently took my arm as the coffin was being lowered. I watched the ropes tighten and release. Watched the black hole swallow the last shard of my reality. There were quiet whispers of prayers. There were people crying out loud. A shovel penetrated the ground. I didn't stay. I walked. I walked away from the noise, away from the pity, the sympathetic glances, the polite mourning. I walked until my feet hurt. Until the cemetery was gone behind rows of trees and narrow streets.

I tugged on his shirt, pulling him out like a three-year-old kid. After some extra persuasion, he got out and walked with me to where the person was buried. The name Sean Marcus was carved on the gravestone placed on the grave. I stared at the name intensely; it was trying to ring a bell, but I couldn't pinpoint it exactly. I felt a slight headache, which made me zap out from my thoughts.

“I will visit you again after everything is over. And then, I will show my face to you proudly, with my chin raised up” “I will show you that I am your one and only filial daughter”. I added, and as a drop of tear escaped my eye, I wiped it off. I turned around and left her grave. But on the way, someone walking opposite me walked past me and brushed his shoulder against mine. His scent… it was something I had tried not to forget. That made me turn around almost immediately. “I am sorry, Miss”. He apologized to me, and at that instant, my eyes widened because I recognized his voice.

And the only thing you have left are the memories. Sometimes I wonder if it's enough… "What're you doing there?" A voice broke through the silence. I yelped, almost jumping out of my skin. I got startled so bad, I fell over the headstone and unto the neatest shrubs. "Hey, are you alright?" The voice asked. "What do you think?" I groaned. I hear footsteps approach and a head..well, peeks over the headstone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," a guy my age said, smiling apologetically, before stretching out is arm to help me up..I presume.

I stood up and kissed his gravestone. "Don't worry about us, okay, we are doing just fine ". I flashed a fake smile before leaving the cemetery. I walked around the small town to clear my head before walking back home. Before I got home, it was already dark. I was almost at the door of the apartment when I heard someone calling out to me,