Someone Walked Over My Grave Novels & Stories

Since I was a child we used to sing together and laugh a lot after we jammed. It's already 5:45pm and it's not even dark yet when I arrived. I immediately entered the cemetery and walked the road to where his grave is. A few moments later, I saw his tombstone. I was surprised to see that there were still fresh flowers on his grave. “Did someone mistaken you for someone's husband? Or brother? Hahahaha” I joked as I lowered the paper bag I was holding. “Look,” I immediately placed the guitar in front of him and smiled. His tombstone was stuck to the ground and was surrounded by grass with small wild flowers.

Do people just die of an heart attack without any underlying issues? “I’m sorry Dad,” I muttered, it was the only thing I could bring myself to mutter to him since his death, I sniffled and wiped my tears as I stepped forward and placed the flower on his grave. “I promise, I’ll find out everything that really happened and I’ll get justice for us,” I promised. As I stood up to my feet, I felt the presence of someone behind me. My brows narrowed and I turned, it was just rows and rows of grave stones, the air around me grew colder as it hit my skin and I turned fully backwards but it was still empty. I turned back to my father’s grave, just then I saw a figure dressed in a black overall run pa

Who knew that watching someone being buried could bring such blissful joy? As I stood by my husband's grave, some individuals approached me with sympathy in their eyes, offering their condolences and sharing their own petty woes. They tried to empathise with the agony I was experiencing, but their words felt hollow and insincere. However, what they failed to realise was that their actions after offering their condolences spoke volumes. Walking away, they carelessly passed by the other graves as if they were meaningless, just another pile of dirt.

Warmth spread throughout my body, unwanted and unfamiliar. I didn’t know how to respond. So I didn’t say anything. Instead, I looked down at the graves one last time. At the names carved in stone. At the two fresh bouquets of sunflowers. And for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like I was alone. “Come on,” I said again, nudging his sneakers lightly with mine. “If you don’t want lunch, that’s fine. But at least walk with me.” He stood up this time with no hesitation.

She asked, and I nodded. I get out of the car and walk around the car to open the passenger side door for her. I held my hand out, and she placed her hands in mine. I helped her out of the car, and we walked inside the graveyard. We walked past Grandpa's tomb, and Kim looked at me confused. “We just passed Grandpa's tomb, honey.” I nodded but didn't offer any explanation. We walked past the tomb of my grandparents and great-grandparents. I walk until I get to a secluded area where a sunflower is planted around a lone tomb.

I know for a fact that she's truly gone, because an immature part of me always thought that she would be alive somewhere, and when I discovered that Lia was alive, this part came to life again. I close my eyes and take a shaky breath. As soon as I open my door, Enzo opens his. I step onto the dirt, hold onto the door for support. My knees are wobbly, but I force myself to stand upright. I take one step at a time, follow him through the rows of gravestones, each bearing a stranger's name, who undoubtedly caused grief and sorrow at their departure.

" ...... He cried and shouted, pouring out his feelings in a way so raw and emotional that anyone watching would have been moved to tears. But was he an idiot? I was already dead, my body starting to rot, and he thought a few words could bring me back? I was not bothered by it anymore. He treated me like nothing when I was alive, and now, he wanted to act heartbroken at my grave? Whoever wanted him could have him. I was done. He stayed at my grave for half a day before heading back, making arrangements to move my remains to a burial site in Central High. He said he wanted me to be laid to rest in peace there. If I weren’t just a wandering spirit, I would have slapped him. Wasn’t I already re

I said, my voice cracking with a mixture of both humor and love. I slowly stood up, wiping the dirt and gravel from my knees. "I won't be able to come visit this estate that often anymore, but I will try. I know you're not alone anyway." I glanced at the companion grave sitting right next to hers. Alaric's resting place. A light breeze blew through the graveyard, sending a shiver down my spine. The wind brushed past my face, lifting the stray strands of hair from my eyes. When I looked up, my breath caught in my throat.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

Steady, unhurried, like whoever it was had all the time in the world. Oh God. Was this how I was going to die? Murdered in a graveyard while crying over my mother's grave? It was like something out of a terrible horror movie. I held my breath, trying to make myself invisible. Maybe if I didn't move, didn't make a sound, whoever it was would just walk past. Maybe they were just visiting another grave, maybe they hadn't even seen me. But the footsteps weren't passing by. They were coming straight toward me. My mind raced through possibilities. A security guard doing rounds? But why would they be walking so slowly? A gravedigger working late? Did gravediggers even work at night?