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9

“Hurry up” Jack shouted as he began fiddling with the gate.

“We gotta make this quick” I said, giving him a hand.

“Alright, you all have my number. If something happens, call me and we'll regroup. Got it?” I studied everyone's faces, one by one they nodded.

“Alright, let's do this.” Me, Jack, Dan and Alice all had bags with paint, Jack had the eggs. Jack is a pretty chill guy, he goofs around a lot in class, and hates it when people tell him what to do. Dan is, well he’s a pretty boy, and he’s dumb. Myself, I'm an anarchist, rebellious teen, always looking for some trouble. And, that's why we're here. I wanted to jack up some headstones, especially this one rich guy. I heard, he was buried with some dope jewels. He was, according to legend, always mean to his maids, As we walked deeper into the cemetery, It began to hit me that getting lost or split up is a huge possibility. “This is soo creepy” Alice worried. I'm not even sure why Dan insisted Alice comes with us, she's quite literally a “babe in the woods”.

“Stay quiet, I don't want to take the chance that there might be guards. This cemetery isn’t public, you know.” I began studying the headstones: 1864-1932, 1797- 1879, jeese this place is old.

“We gotta find this guy, I mean, he's gotta be here somewhere”

“We've only been walking for like 15 minutes, this place is literally miles of dead people.”

“Still, I want to make this quick, we can't get caught.” I was starting to get nervous, we all were. As we kept walking further and further in, the state the cemetery was getting worse. The fence, covered in vines and overgrown by bushes. The many many trees blocking out the moonlight, making visibility practically nil. I couldn’t stand how eerie it was. The dense forest that surrounded the cemetery was the main contributor. I kept scanning around us, thinking I saw something in between trees.

“There he is” Dan stated, quickly interrupting my train of thought.

“Alright, grab the paint” as soon as I looked up, I saw it. I don't know what it was, and I still don't I-I I don't want to know.

“Guys, lets get the hell-” I tried to yell, I really tried. But the words came out as a frightened whimper.

“What are you- Oh shit…” Jack looked horrified.  The can of spray paint hit the ground with a piercing metallic sound.

“Run” I commanded. We all abandoned our bags and took off. Alice stood frozen, her eyes watering.

“Come ON!” Dan grabbed her arm, and she began running with us. I turned to look for the spirit, making sure it wasn't pursuing. It was, flying. Its tattered robe trailing behind it in the wind, it had… no legs. It was just… flying.

“Jack, prop open the gate for us” I yelled.

“Let's get outta here, c'mon!’ He hollered back.

We jumped in my car, I juggled with the keys before gaining control of myself.

It was still coming, it’s ghastly figure floating through the cemetery gate. I threw the car in reverse, flew out of the parking lot, and we sped home. 130 miles per hour, blowing every red light, we just.. didn’t.. care. We got to my house and locked every door, window, and peeked through the curtains waiting.

“Ok, what the hell was that?” Alice questioned. Pretty sure none of us knew how to answer that.

“I don't know…” I said in a shaken tone. We all looked around at each other, studying one another's emotions.

“We gotta go get our stuff… right?” Dan asked.

“Are you on drugs? Did you not notice the damn spectre at the cemetery?”

“Sou you want to leave 4 backpacks and $40 bucks of paint and eggs?”

“No, but…. *sigh* alright fine, but we make this quick, okay?”

“I’m ready” Dan says.

“Alice, Jack?” I ask

“I'm up for it” Jack confirms.

“I guess so..” Alice says, unsure.

“Then let's go. Well hop in the car, run in, grab the bags and bounce.” We muster our courage, and walk back out to the car. I turn on the light to the garage, and we all freeze with fear.

“No...no no NO!” I start to freak out, I just couldn't believe my eyes. Our bags were ripped apart and all over the floor in front of my car. The eggs were smashed on the front windshield, and spray painted all over the car were the words “Gevatter Tod, Gevatter Tod, Gevatter Tod”

“I’m going home, I can’t do this. Dan, let's go, please” Alice was freaking out. Dan walked over and tried to comfort her. I collapsed to the floor, and started to cry. Jack looked around, confused and disoriented. All of a sudden, in the distance, there's the most horrifying scream, like someone being stabbed or killed. I think, I think I can make out what they're saying… “Gevatter Tod”

 

 

 

 

State
Connecticut
Zip Code
06066