Someone Walked Over My Grave Novels & Stories

His feets were bare. The pedestal of the statue was covered in dust. I walked to the side of the grave and dusted the middle of the pedestal. Under the dust there was the name of the man and the date of the day he died. The man's name was Christopher Miller and he was killed eighteen years ago. Looking at the statue it felt something weird inside me. There were dried leaves covering the soil of the grave. As I touched the grave to remove the leaves I felt as if a high volt of current passed through my body. My whole body jerked back.I landed on my back. I pushed myself by my elbows and stood up. I looked at the grave carefully.

There were no visitors on a weekday, so anyone shouldn't have been coming this close to lunchtime. I stepped towards my grave, which was not too far away, being careful not to touch anyone else's burial area impolitely and getting closer in a few moments. There, I couldn't help but notice the figure of a man standing right next to my grave. He looked down, almost turning his back to me, though I could immediately recognize his tall figure. "Chris?" I muttered quietly, not expecting who I would meet in a place like this. I closed my mouth, then slowly stepped back and hid in the part of the tomb where other people could cover my presence from him. I looked back at the man when I managed to pl

Simon had told me the location but I had forgotten it and I had a feeling that he would not pick up my call even now, or even respond to my text. So I wandered around, searching for the precise grave I had come to see. "Oh God, where is it?" I asked no one in particular, in fact my voice was nothing but a whisper because several other people were around for visiting too and the last thing I wanted to do was disturb them. I heard some quiet sobbing and some people sang to their dead loved ones… I wondered what they would think when I told them I was here to mourn me. Or maybe.. the woman that was me.

"You said you loved me with your life. I believe you." Caleb opened his mouth, about to speak, or explain himself. Perhaps he was going to start cursing. However, I didn't give him the chance. With a sudden surge of strength, I stabbed his chest. This time, the blade didn't miss its mark. A few days later, two neighboring headstones appeared in a graveyard in the countryside. I walked over, clothed head to toe in black. Wind whistled, rustling the leaves. It sounded oddly like whimpers.

Shawn… don't go…" But the man walking away never looked back. Three years later. My grave was suddenly dug open. I was horrified. Then… a group of wolves gently laid a sleeping figure beside me. When I saw his face, I collapsed in tears. It was Shawn. "Shawn! Wake up—please! Don't fall asleep here! They're going to bury you!" I screamed as if the heavens would hear, but no one from the funeral procession reacted. "Shawn, you fool, I'm begging you—please wake up! You can't die like this! You have to live—for me!"

I am just about to ask further questions, when he gestures to me. “Shall we?” He asks gently, gesturing toward where her gravestone is. I nod, falling into step beside him, deciding that now isn’t the time for questions. We walk in silence, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound. As we round the corner, I see it; Alyssa’s grave, a simple headstone adorned with fresh flowers. My steps falter, and I freeze. A lone figure dressed in all black stands before it. Even though there is an obvious shadow of grief surrounding him, he looks as imposing as ever.

Zora felt the person felt so familiar but she was too far away from her home or people she knew to think it was someone she knew. "Someone you know?" Martin who was trailing behind asked Zora seeing she was occasionally turning to look at the man standing in front of a grave which was not far away from the grave of Mr and Mrs Adams. "No," Zora replied and focused her gaze on the exit. They all got into the car and left the place for the apartment. The man at the graveside pulled his phone out of his pocket. "They just left. They believe everything is over," he said on the call. "Sure, I will keep monitoring them," he said and dropped the flower on the grave he was standing over and started w

“You don't want them to think we're not doing well, right?” I stayed silent. This scumbag really knew how to use my weakness. Julian slowly reached out and held my hand. When I did not pull away, he tightened his grip slightly. Then he gently led me toward my parents’ graves. As we walked, I suddenly felt something strange. It felt like someone was watching me, I turned my head and looked around. But I saw nothing. When we reached my parents’ graves, I noticed something. Someone had already come to pay their respects before us.

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.

No matter what it takes, I have to stop her. I decided to visit mom’s grave today, despite the guilt eating me up inside, it feels as though I have failed her for trusting her very own killer. > I stopped by the floral shop to get flowers then drove down to the cemetery. I grabbed and got out of the car, walking to her grave but stopping on my tracks when I saw someone towering over it. I squinted my eyes while also walking closer, I discovered it was Hernando. He also turned back when he heard my footsteps.