Novel & Cerita Someone Walked Over My Grave

Until now. Shifting into drive, I hit the gas a little harder than intended. Gravel tumbles underneath the tires, keeping me from moving for a second before the Volvo takes off. I manage to turn around, easing up on the gas and finally hitting pavement to pass the cemetery gates. It's still pitch black outside but I'm beyond positive it shouldn't be. I've been gone for hours. This is insane. Nothing makes sense. The Watchman. My dead brother-at least I think it's him-back from the dead.

I walked through, ignoring the broken frames, the crumbling plaster, the ghosts of who we were. Straight to the back. Toward what used to be a garden. I hadn’t been here since that night. The night I killed her. The night I buried London. The garden was gone. Weeds had taken over the soil. The trellises were broken, and the fountain was dry, cracked open like a corpse left to decay. But I knew the spot. Muscle memory guided me there. And what I saw stopped me cold. The grave— London’s grave—had been dug up.

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.

A few minutes later, they were done, and they both walked back into the cabin. I sighed in relief when I was left alone again. I walked toward the grave, only to find the place was littered with graves. I froze, and tears flooded my eyes. I immediately began heading towards the gala hurriedly, while looking back at intervals. I don't want to end up in one of those graves. I was halfway out of the woods when I bumped into something and fell on my buttocks.

I pushed the door but it wasn't opening. I know that mother isn't the type to leave her privacy for others to prey on. I left the door and walked towards my room, I unlocked the door and walked inside. I dropped my phone on the nightstand drawer and put my backpack on the bed before walking inside the bathroom. Oh, my head hurts. ***** I got out of my car and walked towards the grave. I kneel down before the grave and wipe away the dust on the name. Gray Julius Hampton. 1986_ 2015

Flashback I walked out to the yard, took Kai, locked the door and this time I didn't return the key, rather I put it inside my purse. But just as I walked to the grave to say my goodbye for the day to Derek, my eyes widened with disbelief, my eyes taking in the change on the grave, this wasn't here before. On the now swept clean grave sat my white orchids that I had carefully placed there earlier, just that, beside it now sat another red roses, wrapped and placed on it which made my heart race at an unpredictable speed. I was sure no one came to the lawn, no one except me, because if someone were here I should've caught a trace of them and I should be able to feel them by their scents.

I walked towards her tomb, feeling the weight of my footsteps sinking into my feet and making me sink into despair. A lump formed in my throat but no matter how much I tried to swallow it back down, it was stubbornly sticking to the tip of my tongue. I coughed slightly to clear it but it wasn't enough so I continued my walk to the tomb. I sat down on the grass just in front of the tomb, there were fresh flowers and the stone looked repainted. It ran “In the loving memory of Camille Emily Galagher, mother, wife, and sister, 1973-2011”

I took a deep breath in and out and then walked out of the car, closing the door behind me. I stared at their graves, I think I'm more stronger now, because I am no longer filled with grief like how I was last time I came. I walked slowly to their graves with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. I turned around, Diego was standing beside me, some feets away, right next to his car with his men surrounding him. I turned back to their graves and squatted.

Someone dressed completely in black. I looked around, trying to understand if I was in the wrong grave. I wasn't. I was in my own grave. I walked forward alerted, trying to see who this person was. It could be Jason. But why would Jason come to my grave? My heart leaped as I gasped, holding my mouth with my hands, my eyes wide. "No...no wa.. way." I could barely speak. This wasn't possible. Jason said it wasn't. What is he doing in my grave? Is he in the wrong place?

“What happened?” “Victoria destroyed everything and I helped her with that.” “What about your curse?” “It’s already gone.” We stood one next to each other, looking at the graves. It took me a few minutes to realize whom the second grave belong to, I fell on my knees holding a hand over my heart. I came back too late. The slave crest had eaten him.