Beyond the cemetery gates

The Beginning of The End

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The raindrops are falling all around me. Drenching my clothes, causing goose bumps to form on my arms and legs, which are exposed to the cold merciless iced wind.

My legs are carrying me forward. I didn't need to look up to know I am here. The air around me suddenly felt static, the sky grew darker and the wind picked up speed. I shudder, should I really do this? There must be a real reason why people don't go in there not just that it looks scary.

I have done research. People have died there and no I do not mean the ones that have been carried in a coffin for a funeral. I mean there were corpses found of people that have been missing. It started off with them looking like they commited suicide, until the last article which was only a few months ago. A girl, a really young girl, was murdered. She was found in a pool of her pwn blood with a knife in her head. But there was no finger prints found.

It intrigued me that no one ever visited the place, yet people found out about the accidents.

I look up and see the old rusted gates towering over me. The old black paint peeling off the bars, exposing the rusted metal. The gates were slightly ajar, as if wind has prayed them slightly open.

I move my legs, as if by a cold command. One by one they painfully move, slowly. My heart is pounding against my chest as if about to jump right out. My hands are trembling, I feel cold sweat forming on my forehead and I feel the cold drops run down my face and neck.

I step closer to the gates and lean my hands against the cold, hard metal and slwoly, softly push it further open. It easily opens without a single sound, although the gates are older then half the people in the town.

I feel a cold breeze, colder then the wind around me, brush my face. Whispering through my hair, blowing it out if my face. I stumble back from the sudden cold.

I regain my confidence and step forward, forward into the cemetary, beyond the cemetary gates.

I hear movement behind me, I turn around, but I'm all by myself. My heart starts to beat faster then it already was, my breathing shallow and fast, coming out out of my mouth with sharp pain at the back of my lungs. Adrenalin pumping through my veins, the cold sweat is now covering my whole body, drenching my clothes and making them stick to me. I turn around a couple times, checking my surroundings, one more time.

This time I see a figure, standing just behind the line of grotesque trees. It's doing something with it's arms, waving them. I run forward, when i get closer I realise it's a small girl. She looks horrifically like the one from the news paper article, although more horrible.

When I'm about three metres away from her, she dissapears. I run to the spot where she was standing a secong ago. Nothing. Thin silver mist is just swirling around my ankles.

My fear is getting the best of me, I want to get out. I turn around to see where the gates are, but the gates are gone.

I should be able to see them, the trees are on a slight slope. I should see the gates. Where sre they? I feel panick rising in the pit of my stomach. I run forward, over run down graves, tripping over the uneven ground. Where are they?

Then I hear it. A soft sing song voice ringing through the painful silence. It's the young girl, she's standing four graves away from me, something silver gleaming in her small hand. Matted blood is covering her hair, which ones was dirty blonde, a trickle of the same dark red, almost black substance is smeared on ber face. My eyes move down, she's wearing a thin white dress, ripped in places, frayed around the edges. Also covered in blood.

"A is for Amy who was buried alive. B is for Benny who hanged in the tree. C is for Charlie who drowned in the lake. D is for Danny... what happened to Danny? Oh yes! A brick to the head!" She shrieks the last part, her eyes are cold, her voice is excited, a pang of fear washes over me once more. My eyes hover to the object in her hand. It's gleaming silver. Oh no, oh no. Please no.

She's moving towards me. One leg after the other, stepping on the graves. She's one grave away from me "whats your name?" A smirk paints itself on her lips, her eyes darker and colder then ever. "Eli... Eli", the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. She cocks her head to the side an even bigger grin spreading on her lips.

"Shall we find out what happens to Eli?"

I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder, making my knees weak. What happens to Eli?