Abigail Jane

Chapter 1

It was a muggy summer night, I was walking through the graveyard as I always do. It is close to my house and I had always walked the graveyard paths to get some exercise. I had always just explored the newer side of the town graveyard, but today I was feeling excited as if the extra large full moon had given me an adrenaline rush. I had always been interested in the past, but could never muster the courage to go past the graves with a date from the 1800s. I also lazy to go any further, but today I was going to. So I stepped into the into the oldest part of the town graveyard.

My town has always been older. It was founded in the 1600s by a group of immigrants from England trying to find a better life. The town was littered with historical sites ranging from the pilgrims to the Indians that lived there before them. I lived on top of a hill, in an old Victorian house I had remodeled. It was dream place, so when an archaeologist told me my house wasn't built on a hill, but an Indian mound. The kind of mound with humans decaying remains underneath! It scared me because as I kid would jokingly say something was on top of an ancient Indian burial mound and here I was living on one. I would not leave, it was my dream house and I put too much work into it to leave it to know.

I thought I would leave that old house and get some exercise, but here I was with dead bodies again. I just had an interest in the past, I guess. I looked down at the crumbling graves. I pulled some Ivy vines from the front. There was a date 1655. There was also an inscription. "Here Lies Abigail Jane, Age 10, the girl who is no longer one of us."

I blinked back confusion what a strange inscription. I wonder what it was for? Why was the little girl no longer one of them? A chilly breeze raced through the graveyard making the flowers dance and the dead plants and leave come alive. It almost seemed like the plants and dead foliage was the people of the past still alive and prancing around in the bright, ghostly moonlight. I shivered, what an imagination I had!

That night as I tucked myself into my bed the thought of the Little girl "Abigail Jane" still lingered in my head. Thoughts danced around about what she might have done. Maybe she was a witch, but there was no record of witch trials in this town. Maybe she had committed suicide, prodistens thought if you committed suicide you would go to the underworld. Maybe she was a witch and she did something so bad they did not record what happened. I didn't know and I would no longer think about it. My eyes grew heavy and I was transported to a different place.

I woke up in a different place. It was a beautiful fall day. Delicate leaves fell from the tree and fell like a multicolor rain. A little girl ran into a pile of leaves. She was pail with red hair to match the falling leaves and bright blue eyes like shining pools of crystal clear water. She wore a long dress that was a plain beige or brown color and had white cotton day cap falling off the top of her head.

The girl was excited, so full of energy she looked like she would burst, but then she stopped. She saw something, A majestic whitetail deer, It large horns glistened in the autumn sun. It came bursting through the trees with an energy that almost matched hers, but then it stopped and started grazing on the only green left in the forest. The young girl came closer and closer to the wild creature. A glimmer of aww in her eye. She felt compelled to the deer.

She got closer and closer to the animal, she could almost reach it. Then woosh, the sound of a bow whistled through the air. Right where the deer's heart was supposed to be the girl's arm laid as she tried to touch the wild creature.

The little girl jerked back and screamed. The deer was frightened it ran hard and trampled the little girl next to him. Know all you could see was red, not the red of the leaves but another kind of red, a terrible screaming red.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Tears and sweat streaming down my face as the little girl's blood had streamed down her face. The room seemed different. The air colder. I was afraid. It was just a dream but it felt so real that it made me paranoid.

I took a deep breath and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, maybe it would calm my nerves. I looked out the window. Fall leaves covered the ground and they were just red! I walked outside. I shivered, the wind swirled as the leaves danced around. I looked up, the moon seemed to stare at me like a glowing eye. I looked away from the moon and down to the graveyard. There was a light there as well, resting right on the strange grave of Abigail Jane.