Novel & Cerita Someone Walked Over My Grave

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.

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.

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.

It was just a gentle reminder, like someone trying to urge another to walk on, yet I could not peel myself from my mama's grave, as though glued. And while I stood there, still in shock from the deeply emotional act of visiting mom's grave, Adrian's gentle voice filled the silence, like one trying to wake someone from deep sleep. "Please, let us go; you needn't get sick," were his tender words, full of concern for my welfare.

" ...... 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

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

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?

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