Robert Lawson Sometimes They Come Back Warning: None
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I laughed, "It was a joke. I'm not actually going in there."
My friend grinned, "Why? Scared that it's haunted?"
"Hell yeah! You hear about that guy that said he heard some ghost-y noises from in there?"
My friend shoved my should gently, "Just get in there. Two hours, and you can come back. I'll be waiting at the diner for you." She checked her watch, "Alright, go."
I walked under the arch of the graveyard. Can't believe I'm doing this shit. I flipped her off behind her back, and looked at the graves next to me, reading them and seeing if I recognized any of the last names. I got to a tree, and put my back to it, sliding to sit down on the ground. I reached in my pocket for a pack, and got out a cigarette, cupping the wind and lighting it. I muttered a curse under my breath as the sky turned dark. I lit another cigar after a while and stood up to walk around and stretch my legs out. I should've just taken a nap before it got too dark out. Now it was a little cold, but not too cold so that I'd be uncomfortable.
I heard a snap behind me and whipped around, whipping out a small switchblade. I was jumpy to begin with, and strange noises were bound to set me off anyways. I watched as a guy froze up, holding his hands up and smiling a little, "Woah, woah, settle down. I thought I heard something over here and came to investigate. What are you doing here?"
I sighed a little and put my knife in my back pocket, apologizing, "I lost a bet with a friend of mine. Do you have the time?"
He checked a watch, and chuckled, "My watch is broken. It's stuck on 10:37. Need to get that fixed."
I felt the need to make conversation before things got awkward, and tried to do so, "So... what are you doing here?"
He shrugged, "Dunno. You're really good-looking, you know that?"
I frowned, "I'm aware."
He raised his brows as his eyes trailed my legs, "Oh yeah?"
I scowled at him, and subconsciously put my hand on my blade in case he tried anything, "Yeah. Now beat it."
"Woah, what? C'mon I think we can be friends."
I scoffed, "You think I wanna be friends with some creep who just hangs out in graveyards for the fun of it?"
I started to walk off and he grabbed my arm gently, "Well, hold on. Can I at least take you out for dinner sometime?"
I looked him up and down, thinking for a second. I got out a cigar, and a pen, writing down my number on the white part. I handed it to him, and he looked at it thoughtfully. I clicked my pen shut and put it back in my coat pocket, "Now go away before I change my mind."
"Alright, cool! What school do you go to?"
I pointed to the building in the distance, "That one. I hate it."
He put the cigar behind his ear like a pencil, following my finger and smiling, "No shit? I just transferred there. What classes do you have?"
We exchanged information, and figured out that we had our last period together. I warmed up to him a little, and, as it turns out, he was actually a pretty okay guy. Real tough looking, but that was something I could dig. After a while, he finally said, "How long is that bet enforcing you to stay here?"
I shrugged, "Two hours, but it's probably been a little later... But, I really should go. My friend probably thinks I got stabbed."
He chuckled, "Yeah. Well, we should do this again sometime."
"Hang out in a graveyard? Yeah right. Look, we can grab dinner tomorrow after school, alright?" I walked off, yelling over my shoulder for him to call me later. He shouted back that he would, and I smiled a little to myself. I had a date.
