For the past twenty one years
I had the best time of my life with my best friend, my soul mate, and my one
true love. But I stood here tonight delivering flowers to her as I did every
night and stood to watch the sunset with her in the hope that she’s still out
there, and knows I care.
The air was silent as I walked down the cobbled stoned
path of the graveyard. I could hear the familiar sound of a crow screeching in
the distance, like him I could not sleep. The graveyard was like standing in a
field of saluting statues, stood to attention. After I woke up I only heard the
noise of the crow once more . . . he must be chasing me.
I got up to find I had fallen asleep. The six roses I buy
every night, once again vanished. I slowly get up off the muddy, soil scented
ground and dust myself off from the specs of dirt off from my leather jacket,
rain washed jeans and brown fluffy hair. I turn to see the grounds keeper
waving at me. He approached with a smile and poised his shovel in the centre in
front of his body holding the handle top with two, old and vessel bulging
hands.
̏You’ve woken up
earlier than usual. How you feeling today then?
̏The grounds keeper questioned as
he held out and shook my hand. ̏You
should be getting away and heading home now, she’ll still be here when you come
back. ̋ He politely stated as he began to walk me out of the graveyard, his
hand gently pressing on my back as we walked. The smell of the orchards blasted
through the front entrance of the graveyard as I quickly waltzed out the gate.
̏Thanks again
William, you’ve been a good friend to me over the last two years. I don’t know
what I would do without you. ̋ I softly said as a shook his hand again.
̏It’s
no problem, I’m just doing my job. ̋ He modestly replied as I began to walk away from the
beautifully designed iron gate.
That day I went back to my little cottage and fell to
sleep. I had a dream I was with her again, dancing under the moonlit sky by her
grave. Her glowing smile gives me butterflies as my stomach tightens and my
heart races. On and on the dance continues, she twists and turns as I spin her
around and catch her in my arms before she got dizzy, and fell. Her beautiful
blonde hair was flowing wildly in the wind, as she leaned closer. Her scent of
perfume found its way up my nostrils and into my lungs, she sent me wild. She
wrapped her seductive milky arms around me and her eyes lit up like guy flaks.
She closed her eyes and just before she kissed me, the ground crumbled and
quickly caved in bellow her and she fell, crashing back into her dirty bed of
soil.
̏Don‘t leave
me! ̋ She cried as I tried to grab her
hand, but it was too late. The ground ate her up and she vanished and I was
left standing alone once again.
My alarm clock
ringed in my ear, as I turned and slammed it on snooze. It was about six thirty
in the evening, I did my usual routine. I had a bath, had my dinner, watched
television till after eight then headed to the pub. The Town pub is called the
Deathly Arms, as its right next to the grave yard where my beautiful wife lay
buried and at peace. Well, so I thought. Until tonight.
The Deathly Arms
was once again busy as ever with locals and regulars crowding around the bar,
like a pack of lions circling around a killed gazelle. The barman darts around
like a frog jumping from lily pad to lily pad serving the punters. I managed to
find a spot on the corner of the bar and picked up a newspaper, and sipped my
first satisfying taste of a good malt whisky. The bar stool began to wobble and
the room began to spin after a few more drinks were downed. Last orders were
called, with that tune of the bar’s bell It was my queue to leave into the
cold, dark and misty night.
I stumbled along
the road and turned the corner to go through the Iron Gate. I shivered as the
icy cold wind blew into my ears with a howl. I wrapped my long, black scarf
tighter around my neck and stumbled on down the rocky path ducking and diving
from the branches, rocks and obstacles as I tried to concentrate on maintaining
my balance down the narrow and dangerous path.
The shadows and
figures of the saluting stone soldiers stood tall in the distance of the
creeping, foggy, mist. I was consumed in the white, mysterious air as I hoofed
on towards my beautiful bride’s grave stone. When I got there, I stumbled back
and fell to my knees and wept.
I took out the roses
I bought from the local florists and laid them down by her grave stone. It
reads: Here lies Angela Green, Beloved
daughter and wife. She will sorely be missed, let her soul be rested in heaven.
RIP.
As I cried a
woman’s voice crept through my ears and echoed throughout the grave yard. An
icy cold hand wrapped around my shoulder, I turned around and was frozen still
in horror.
̏John, John. . . Come with me John! ̋
The floating, transparent, glowing white
figure of my wife’s corpse stood in front of me, crying out my name. I tried to
scream but I couldn’t, the ghost had me cornered and I was almost welded to the
soil as I stood frozen with fear. Her white wedding dress flickered in the
darkness, like a candle flame in the soft, blowing wind. Her Ice cold bones
wrapped around me, sending cold shivers up and down my spine.
̏I’ve been watching you John. I know you come
to see me, I know you need me. I miss you John. . . Come with me, John. ̋
The Ghost curled
a white, rotten index finger towards her as she floated further down the old
cobble path and dived through the old brick building at the centre of the
graveyard. I followed her into the building. The large, bolted wooden door
opened with a squeak. Dust and cobwebs blew around the room as the door and
wind joined forces.
She
stood levitated, pointing to the pile of roses in the centre of the room,
picking one up and smelling the wilting flower with a shrilled giggle. She
turns to me, wraps her bony arm around my waist and kisses my pink, soft flesh.
The kiss is wet, cold and soothing. She points out of the door and takes my
hand, dragging me back to her grave.
Her voice travels through me and shakes me to
my core as she speaks her wicked words.
̏I love you John, come with me and be with me
forever. ̋ The Ghost pleaded.
I tried to break free of her grip but it was no use,
her bone like hand was welded to mine, her smell was a smouldering toxic decay
and her horrific sight made my stomach churn. She pointed to the earth bellow
as it began to separate and open up into a small, black tunnel. The smell of
death escaped from the pit of dirt, and it was hungry. Angela’s ghost stated at
me through the black sockets of her skull as she wrapped herself around me and
whispered with a shrilled giggle.
̋Now we’ll be together forever! ̋
̋No! I don’t want
to go just yet! ̋ I cried out as I
grabbed onto the side of the collapsing grave, my fingers running back words
through the wet soil. She yanked and pulled at my waist as we were both eaten
up by the earth. As I took my final breaths of air I could hear Angela’s corpse
talk.
̏I will forever love you. ̋
She chanted as a toothed grin slowly appeared
across her skull. The soil slowly buried me with my wife’s corpse, joined
together forever and for all eternity.
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