WRETCHED

Something is always lurking in the shadow of the graves, I can feel it around me, the sense of somebody always watching me.I am a gravedigger, and in all my 50 years of work have I never felt more remorse. It sickens me like the sound of  fingernails scratching against paper. As I walk out of the graveyard, I can hear screams behind me,I turn around and there the wretched is ,it appears startled and it takes me into the night. Nobody will ever find me I am stuck in a world where darkness prevails.

Chapter one

The sun is very bright today, it is a wonderful sight. I sit in my libary, trying to remember the works of Jane Austen and how her book had taught me so much. It was not long ago, when the gravedigger who works across my garden mysteriously dissappeared, he was a pleasant man, he had given me reason to write  a new book, but I am wondering will they catch the killer? I doubt it. As I remember the days of the digger, and as my thoughts continued, I fall asleep at my libary desk.

I am woken up by my dog, sally, licking my face, with her saliva all over me. As I go up to go wash my face in the bathroom, I look at the mirror and felt bruises all over my face. I wonder how I got them. I brush my teeth, take a shower, change clothes and walk out of the door.

I am a journalist, but I like to write private stories. My father, left the mansion to me, and I spend most of my days writing my columns here.