Josiah Benton’s P.O.V.
I’m drawn to graveyards. I have no connection to them, but I’m drawn to them anyway. No one that I know of has died yet. I’m not goth or emo. I despise scary movies. But I am still drawn towards graveyards. Especially the grave of Carrie Ruiz. I don’t know what it is about that grave but I’m just drawn towards it.
I spotted a note on her grave and picked it up. It was written on ancient beige parchment. This is mysterious, I thought. No one ever came to these graves. Even so, I read the note, “Want to know why you’re attracted to graves? Especially Carrie Ruiz’s grave,” A shiver ran down my spine, “Then meet me at the local park tomorrow at 3:00. And DON’T miss it”. How could anyone know that? I always kept this part of my life a secret, even from my parents.
“This is too creepy.” I said absently.
“No, it isn’t. You are like me. Deal with it.” A deep, gravely voice replied.
I spun around, expecting to see my Father, but no one was there.
“Go to the park and everything will be explained.” The voice said again.
I started walking out of the graveyard.
“Do not miss the meeting or else I will be doomed.” That’s when I broke into a run, sprinting out of the graveyard and heading home.
Is someone spying on me? Or am I just paranoid? Maybe there are voices in my head! Quit it. I told myself. I was not crazy. I just hoped whoever had sent that note for me would not be a serial killer.
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