The Ghost's Diary 👻 ✓

55(Part IV). Striped Carnation

Warning:

Rated 'WTF'(I honestly think you shouldn't be reading this, if you don't know what that acronym means)

The dizziness remains for only a few seconds and then I find myself in a cemetery.

My knees wobble a bit, and I have to spread out my arms to stabilise myself.

After balancing, I hold upright and with my arms at the back. The neighing of a horse makes me turn to my right.

There are three horse-drawn hearses here-- and three servants are pulling out the family members and one corpse out. They heave and sigh and are finally able to unload the hearse and put the bodies on the ground.

Marietta, Cruento, Dannato and Dannoso's skins are already in their coffins with the lids open. The former three have several bouquets on their breasts, while the latter only has a wilted bouquet on his chest.

Meredith stands on the left-- with her hands locked and put on each other. Her chin may be high, but her gaze is on the small squirrel playing in the grass.

She's wearing a traditional black silk gown, with a black net scarf hung loosely around her head. The lace confining it seems to only add fuel to the irony.

Her scarf isn't pinned, but one end of the scarf is placed on the other to prevent it from falling.

Grave holes are already been dug and one of them has a larger distance in between, as compared to the others.

Everything is grimly silent-- with only the sound of shovels clashing with the dirt echoing.

I look around the cemetery and conclude that it's almost like the one back home. It has two dead trees near the entrance, while the rest of the vert is lush green.

The only difference is that every single single grave here has the surname 'Maleece' written on it.

A large chunk of soil hits on the ground nearby-- forcing me to look.

The servants have finished shovelling the soil and are stepping back. They crowd at the right three graves.

The headstones have everyone's names engraved into them. Dannoso's grave is on the left with name is written in with a black ink; while, Marietta and the twins' names are written in a silvery colour. Without sparing a single glance at them, Meredith treks forward and sits in between them-- making the squirrel playing at her feet run away.

Hoofs thump on the ground-- forcing everyone to look up.
The rider is a middle-aged man with bags under his eyes and a top hat that can beckon even a storm.
His black horse has a sack on its side, and he bends down to produce a letter out of it.