Someone Walked Over My Grave Novels & Stories

He was a liar and a cheater, and I'm glad we never had children together. I found myself in the middle of a town late at night. As I wandered around, there was no one in sight. I tried everything I could to stop the agony I was experiencing. It felt like a piece of my soul was being torn from my body. I walked until I came to a familiar location. I was visiting my mother's grave. I knelt before her headstone, wiping away my tears.

I didn't want anyone's company except Aretha's. As I walked my way to the back where she lay, I saw a couple to my right. They spoke quietly as they knelt with their heads bowed low in front of a tombstone. I knew it wasn't any of my business, but I looked anyway. Anything to keep the despair at bay that was making it's way to my throat and clogging it. My mouth fell open when I saw the year on the tombstone - I closed my eyes in pain for them. The person in the grave must have been their child. I shook my head to try to clear it of my sad thoughts and kept moving forward.

We suddenly felt the refreshing air, just like the times when we used to run through the fields while laughing in the warm breeze of sunset. Back then, I was carefree. But now, it seemed like that person had long been buried in some forgotten corner of the world. As we walked toward Peter and Lila's grave, I whispered their names, "Dad, Mom..." Tears welled up in my eyes. Their tombstone was stained with blood. The sight before me struck so hard that everything went black. The once simple and humble tombstone was now defiled with disgusting, bloody graffiti. I rushed toward the grave.

The grass was brown and crisp underfoot, frozen from the night before, thawing slowly in the weak sun. Vivienne knew where she was going. The path was familiar—the way of a person who came every year and whose feet knew it. They walked through the rows of headstones, some elaborate, some simple, all of them markers of lives that had been lived and ended and were remembered in different ways by different people.

he said. "Deal," I replied. We walked away from Grandpa's grave. My back ached as I imagined the angry eyes of my grandpa, who saw that none of his grandchildren were polite to him. It scares me, but now that he's dead, maybe his ghost will come to me later this night. <<<

Clad in a jogging suit, she embarked on a lengthy walk, hoping it would grant her the deep, peaceful sleep she had been lacking for the past three days. As she jogged through the area, an old graveyard caught her eye. Attempting to change the song on her headphones, she was interrupted by a chilling scream that made her scan her surroundings. Intrigued and a bit unnerved, she noticed an SUV in the graveyard, surrounded by men fervently digging. "What the heck?" she muttered, taking cautious steps toward them. Amidst the secret activity, a familiar voice reached her ears. "You said to bury you in the graveyard, but you didn't specify alive or dead?" The speaker remained unseen, adding an eeri

I turned slowly, dread curling in my stomach like a fist. There it was. The grave. My grave. The headstone was still there, the earth still turned fresh and raw like an open wound in the ground. Everything inside me went still. It wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t a dream. Someone had tried to erase me from existence—and when they failed, they buried me anyway. A cold shiver trickled down my spine. I pushed myself to my feet, brushing off dirt and leaves from my jeans. My knees were unsteady, but I forced them to hold.

“I took the trail through the marsh. I like to go out there to fish. You can get to the river, you know, if you go far enough. But I ended up on the Gregory side, close to the cemetery. I keep looking at the new house being built through this window and thought I might as well try to get a closer look.” My stomach hollows out as his voice drops. Fear punctuates every syllable before he can brush it away as he continues, “It started raining real hard. I couldn’t get a view, so I walked up onto the cemetery plot and I… it gets real hazy after that. I think I might have fallen in a grave.” “What?” I choke out. That’s impossible. No one has been buried there for decades. There wouldn't be an ope

I was trapped here. My feet lifted to take a step but it was snatched back down. Physically, I couldn’t move something was preventing me from doing so. It was not until now that I realized I was standing by a graveside. Instinctively, my eyes migrated towards the headstone, despite everything in me forcing me to not give in to the urges. My eyes locked with the name on the grey stone. I fell to my knees. Evan Nicholas Reign. Aged seven. Loving son and brother.

CALEB A bent-over figure got me curious when I trotted into the cemetery. I slowly walked noiselessly close to Sherry’s grave, my eyes were still on the figure who seemed to be searching for something on the tombstones lined up before her–the hair pointed out that she was a lady. Her suspicious movements got my attention drifting away from Sherry’s grave. I stood still, the blue flower I brought still wrapped in my hands as my eyes followed her. She finally strengthened up and rubbed her back, groaning in pain.