|A Place Where the Dead Speak|

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I walked down the path with my family as Jud led us to the cemetery. The further we got the feeling of uneasiness only grew.
We walked further until we reached where the path ended.
A small sign hung up above the graveyard with a couple of the smallest headstones you would ever see.

"It says Peter Sematary'. Hm it's spelled wrong" I say and we make our way through the cemetery.

"Look Daddy! This one is a goldfish!" Ellie laughed.

"That it is Ellie. You see, not all of 'Em were killed by the road" Jud brought up.
"Missy Ellen, (Y/n), c'mere for a second" he told us and we walked over to where he was.

"This is where my dog Spot was buried" he pointed out.
"I'm sure he was a good dog" I smiled and he nodded.
"He sure was"

"I have a dog too, her name is Harley" Ellie laughed. "Ellie! Harley is my dog. You've got Church" I growled at her.

"She's my dog too!" Ellie retorted!

"Ellie, dad bought her for me!" I argued.

"Alright stop it!" Dad said and so we listened.

"Missy Ellen, do you know what a cemetery actually is?" Jud asked my sister. She thought about it for a little bit then shook her head softly.
"No. I guess not."

"Well, it's where the dead speak" Jud told her and Ellie gasped.
"Not literally!" I quickly said.

"Well, why don't we go back home?" Dad asked.
We all agreed.

We didn't really argue with dad but the cemetery is pretty cool.
Scary.
But cool.

It's like this place spoke to me.

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