Song used: Come Little Children by Erutan
//Date: September 4, 1939; Time: Midnight//
Once you fell asleep. Your body, of course, wants to use the toilet. So, you unwrapped yourself from the covers and you crept to the restroom.
You made it into the restroom.
You did your business, thinking to yourself.
You finished, so you cleaned off your hands.
You softly closed the door behind you.
Y/n tip-toed back towards your bed.
You made it to your bed, and sat on it.
Still thinking.
You decided you will get out a black dress, and go to the town.
So, you got dressed, quietly.
You picked up a book, before you left.
Then, you went to the town.
You went down to the only park in town.
You found a bench, and sat down on it, crossing your legs.
Once you sat down, and began reading your book, you heard little kids playing on the playground with no parents watching them, only their older siblings were watching them on another bench. Looks like that the parents were at home watching T.V, reading a book or asleep — which the kids should be sleeping, but whatever, they're not yours. You noticed that the playground was right next to the cemetery. The cemetery looks to be an pretty average size.
After a few more minutes of reading, and ignoring the children (which was proven to be very difficult). You got bored of reading (since the kids were being loud, bratty, and annoying) so, you shut the book closed.
You got up from the bench, and walked towards the direction of the cemetery.
Once you were there, you took a look at the sign, which simply says 'Mr. Underwood's Cemetery.'
Then, you walked through the dirty graveyard, and looked at the tombstones. One of the tombstones caught your eye, it said, "Vincent Underwood, The Original Founder of Underwood's Cemetery (what it was named previously), Loving Father to the Current Owner, James, and Father in Law to Rayne, and Grandpa to Aryanna and William. Caring Older Brother to His Sister, Irene England, and Younger Brother, Xavier. And Husband to Justine. Year of Birth: 1799, Date of Death: September 22, 1931 at 4 P.M. His close friends believed he was murdered in an alleyway. He was close to dying anyway, he suffered from cancer and heart attacks, and was drug addicting. It was also said that he was smocking in the alleyway when he died. His head was decapitated, and was bled out due to him being stabbed to death through his back leading to his stomach. It was said that he had ties to the Italian and Russian Mafia, police aren't sure who got to him first. But, the police hypothesized that he owed them both money at some point, but he didn't, due to him being a gambling addict, and losing it all in one go. They also found out that he had a bullet wound someplace else."
You looked at a few other tombstones, before you became bored, again.
You leaned up against one of the taller tombstones, your back pressed up against the side.
Then, you began humming a song, that you wrote a year back.
You soon began singing aloud, which you were pretty sure that the kids from the playground can hear you.
Start the song now
You walked over to where the children are. Close, but not too close.
"Come Little Children" You sung, slightly softly.
YOU ARE READING
⫷ ℙ𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣; 𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ⫸
Fanfiction⫷𝐩𝐞 - 𝐜𝐮 - 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫⫸ ○ Adjective ● 1. Strange or odd, unusual ● 2. particular; special The 1940's were a tough time for everyone expecially you and your family. You can sometimes be cold to others expecially ones you don't know very well. You...