Grim Grinning Ghosts

Chapter 2: Harrison and Harold

Surrey Graveyard is not a place one would frequent, yet alone reside in. Tombstones were placed neatly in rows and columns, stating the person's name, birth and death dates, and epitaph. This was nearly the entirety of the humble graveyard, unless you looked closely at the edges of the graveyard, near the berry bushes. There, in between some mulberry bushes, was a small stone path. If one were to walk down that path, they would find themselves traveling on a narrow and winding stone path that was around a half a mile long. By now you would be in the boundary lines of some land purchased by one Eric Wesley, and with a few more minutes of walking, you will see a sorrowfully beautiful sight.

A stone mausoleum stood proudly in the middle of what looked like a garden out of a fairytale. It was surrounded by many white lilies, each softly glowing and beautiful. Perched on top of the entrance to the mausoleum was a stone stag and doe standing on their hind legs. Flanking the stone building were large stone statues, one of a man and one of a woman. The woman had beautiful, flowing hair and wore a simple gown. She was looking down at a lily in her hands with a soft smile on her face. On the other side was the statue of the man, who was standing tall, and wore a simple suit. A pair of round glasses was perched on his face, which was hard set with determination. A pond of clear water with no fish was set behind the mausoleum, lined with multicolored pebbles.

If one were to walk in and see this garden, they would think that whoever made all this had absolutely no life whatsoever. They would probably never know how right they were, in more than one sense of the phrase 'no life'. After all no one really visited this place, sans sometimes the odd entwined couple and unruly delinquent dared to go, but they would usually run away at the slightest sound in fear of being found out. Especially when people started to disappear completely.

One of the culprits behind the disappearances was perched on top of the mausoleum on a warm afternoon in July, contemplating life, knowledge, and whatnot. He seemed to be a small boy of around seven years of age who was dressed in a simple back tuxedo with a dark green bow tie, black hair tastefully messy. A square pair of glasses that was not framed at the top currently sat on his nose, magnifying the bright green eyes the child had. While a boy in a tuxedo sitting on top of a mausoleum was indeed strange, the strangest thing was that the child was translucent. Nearly see through white gloved hands gripped an opaque, black journal as the boy read his newest entry:

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I possessed Harold again to find out more about why some people are talking about Harry Potter, since nobody seemed to care before. I think that I might just go completely mad if I stay here forever, it's been almost three, four years and I'm used to it by now. You know, being dead. But mother told me last Halloween about this 'Hogwarts' and I can't help but be excited about it. Harold and I practiced again and I think we've almost got it down pat. Remember December 4th. Our letter should be coming soon, I'm really excited about it. I think it would be interesting, pretending that Harry never died and split into me and Harold, and I wonder how long I can pull it off...
I'll write in here when I get the time, but I can't make promises.

Sincerely,

Harrison

Harrison closed his journal with a soft sigh. He watched from his vantage point as a small figure made its way to the entrance of the mausoleum. This new figure looked almost identical to Harrison, with the same messy black hair (that was more of the 'sticking all over the place' variety), bright green eyes (more curious and slightly glazed), black tuxedo (so it was a bit torn in places, he could fix it...), and glasses (rounder and slightly cracked, what has he been up to?). However, this boy was incredibly pale, and parts of his flesh seemed to have fallen off, his right hand completely skeletal from digging in the dirt. Parts of his cheek were missing, permanently showing bony teeth that had taken a sharper point.