Only If you swear...

Chapter Two

Becca. Becca. Becks. What the hell? "BECCA! ARE YOU OKAY?" No response.  "Shit..." I muttered under my breath. I glanced down at my friend. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and began to dial an ambulance, but. There was no answer. Strange. I redialed. Same thing. No answer. "Come ON! Ugh, Becca, wake up!" Hot tears began to coat Becca's face. She was alive. Thank god. I pushed her hair out of her eyes. Blood red tears. Silently splashing upon her torso. Her neck was cut, something I didn't see before. But It only meant one thing. Death. But I don't understand. This is impossible. Is this a bloody joke? A VERY bloody joke? Oh please. Becca I really hope you're kidding. 

I glanced around, as Becca lifted her eyes. She jumped up, gazing hazily at me. "Becca! THAT was NOT funny!" I began to rant at her. Her eyes filled with water, she never cries. "What do you mean? I had to!" I shot her a perplexed look, "The hell?" Becca looked frightened for a second before winking "Exactly." She spoke with certainty as she fled the current area. She ran down the path and appeared to have walked through several gravestones. But I was probably imagining things. Stupid Becca. Silly prank. Halloween. Of course, Becca loves pranks, every year on April fools and Halloween, Becca would always do a prank. Sometimes they went a bit too far. Like the time she pretended to hang herself. That almost went SOOOOO wrong. I tell you now, the paramedics were called because the rope snapped. Becca, as I had expected, didn't give a damn. As usual. Ergo, I don't actually believe that she is hurt or anything, I mean I may have, for like a second or maybe 3 minutes. But you know! She's dead convincing! Literally. Still, I better go after her, I'm not having fun. I just want to talk to the spirits, but I won't ruin her fun. That and the fact that she has the board with her. 

I raced down the path,  "Becca, stop you're scaring me!" May as well play it up a bit, maybe she'll stop if she thinks I'm scared. No such luck. Nothing. Maybe she ran further down. I continued to further my quest to find Becca. She's probably planning some elaborate prank. Something like sheets hung over trees, whistling in the wind, blood splatter on the floor, open gravesto- OPEN GRAVESTONE? 

I stared at it. The grey decrepit old stone was towering over a pit. A pit, that was big enough for a body. Now, Becca is nowhere near rich. This was either very illegal or very real. It was just a matter of which. Or both?  I hoped not. Desperately. My eyes longed to prove to my mind that nothing was amiss and that when walking through a graveyard, you were BOUND to see one or two open graves. My mind deeply relaxed at that though. But I, myself, was still on edge. Until I looked at the inscription on the stone. 'Rest In Peace, Our Beautiful Angel, Becca Romano. 2004-2019' A note was also attached to the stone, 'Goodnight my angel' Oh my god. "Becca! ARE YOU JOKING ME?" I yelled into the midnight sky. The only response, a glimmer from the stars and moon. A soft whisper was heard. Echoing. Slowly. Pained. The voice was pained... It shared no joy at all. Yet it was familiar. My legs pushed to go further, and allow my eyes to feast upon the sight of whatever if there indeed was something, was in the pit. I gave in to my own body and walked further. And saw something. I never ever thought I'd see. My god. I hate this. This is a joke. Better yet a dream. "OH PLEASE LET IT BE A DREAM!"  I yelled painfully into the sky. For what lay in the pit, was the mangled and twisted body of Becca Romano.