Stories tagged “cemetery”

  • Sematary

    The winters are cold The night leaves me shivering Follow me as I take you along the hill Listen as the wolves cries out Listen as I bring you forth to another life I don’t want to live my life again If your not there With your smile The air ...

  • Questions in the dark

    Getting caught for trespassing was the most conventional of their concerns. They had walked half a block to jump across a low section of wall at the back of the cemetery. The chill November night was overcast and they could barely see each other in fee...

  • Swift Ashen Mirages

    Sometimes Sarah walked through the fields for hours, only returning to the Ohio farmhouse when she was tired, hungry, or just lonely. And on her way home she often visited the family cemetery with its dark windows into the past. Swift ashen mirages see...

  • Swift Ashen Mirages part 2

    Sarah walked to the back corner of the cemetery to the grave stone of Willie Inman. She thought of the stories her Aunt Ruth told her of Willie, the cattle trader. When Willie got drunk one night, he bit off another man’s ear. People didn’t...

  • Swift Ashen Mirages (continued)

    “I’m sorry,” Sarah said. “I’m a little confused.” She walked over to him. “Have you been standing here the whole time?” “You lost?” “I need to go back home.” “I’m Willi...

  • Willie Returns

    “Don’t be silly, girl. Where are your parents? It’s getting late and they must be worried.” “It’s really true. Lizzie you’ve got to help me. My Aunt Ruth told me all the stories about Willie, Theresa, and the o...

  • Eli Returns

    I was shootin’ at sparrows and she just appeared. Honest. I asked if she was O.K. and she just ran off." “Sarah, that true?” Lizzie asked. “Yes, ma’am. I tried to go home but I ended up here.” Sarah answered. &#...

  • Cemetery Surprises

    A giggle erupted from behind me. I turned expecting exactly what I saw- nothing. Mary delighted in hiding from me, proving that the graveyard was hers and reminding me that I was a guest. Slim, cold hands slipped over my eyes. A new game today? Well I ...

  • Gussie

    It’s curious how interesting a bit of extra marble on a tombstone can make a story. Headstones themselves can be interesting: among the waist-high markers there might be a family monument in concrete shaped like a tree; or there might be some int...