Hauntingofthegraveyard Stories

The Woman's long drapes of gown followed her down the narrow path as she clutched onto her red roses tightly. A menacing black crow landed on the gravestone as it evacuated the mist down below on the surface. Black dress was all you could infer from the back of her but the front was a completely different story. It was miserable. Tears ran down her beautiful rosy red cheeks as she grasped tightly to her black umbrella, she had stolen from her late mother's wardrobe earlier that day. The corset made her feel uncomfortable and was always fidgeting with it on. However, back then anyone would do anything for a slim and hourglass shaped body. What could help her get through her terrible loss and her painful sorrow? Well no-one knows as that was the last spot Annabelle Mari-Lee was glanced at from. Her Mother's funeral.