Cemetery Stories

"We plant forget-me-nots on the graves with no names," I say. "So someone remembers." Emi doesn't look up from the epitaph she's carving. "Dead or alive," she says. "We won't forget." They feel the life, care for the dead. And learn what it means to be remembered.

Kalyani Chopra has been living in Pennsylvania for years. She thought she knew every nook and cranny of the state, but thanks to an abrupt house opportunity, she learns that she's moving to Fir Hills, a town she's never even heard of. The neighborhood reeks of fear. Everyone's on edge- they take simple things too seriously but normalize oddities and freak occurrences. When Kalyani finds a strange book at the library, she uncovers a dark, tragic tale, one that casts a shadow she'd never asked for. The more she learns about the town and its history, the more distant her answers get, and it becomes unclear whether she can ever find out the truth of what happened all those years ago. Would she be willing to test everything? Would she help everyone by risking herself to the whispers? Turns out this town was not what she had thought at all.

It's a short and spooky story about a group of paranormal investigators who are exploring a cemetery when things go wrong.

This poignant and introspective poem explores the emotional turmoil of unrequited love and the sense of unworthiness. Through vivid metaphors and imagery, the speaker likens their heart to a cemetery where hopes and dreams are laid to rest. The allusion to Oliver Twist underscores a longing for relief from past pains. As a servant in love's household, the speaker endures a cycle of fleeting hope and enduring despair, ultimately recognizing the futility of seeking grace in a world where love is seen as a "rich man's game." The poem reflects on the harsh realities of love's inequities and the sorrow of knowing one's place.

When Catrina's mom suddenly dies, her father decides to move to a small town in the South to cope with the loss. And he's decided to move into the one house that is inside of the cemetery. To make matters worse, Catrinas father is the new groundskeeper. Because of his occupation, Catrina is teased at school for being a 'freak', mostly by the populars, Rebecca and the handsome Jaidon. But on the night of the Homecoming game, a tragedy strikes the small town, and Jaidon is nowhere to be found. As Catrina discovers clues to his disappearance, she gets thrown into a world she never knew existed. But what happens if love in one world can't work in the other?

An aspiring writer goes to a graveyard in hopes of finding the perfect name for his character. After falling asleep, he awakens to strange sounds in the night.

A young man finds himself digging up not only a body but the secrets buried with it. John Bertram has known that the supernatural world existed along side his own for long time but little did he think that he'd have to get right at the heart of it to save himself and his associates.

A generous man. A red rose.

Short super natural story

I'm scared what happened in my past story

Kara Danvers Beloved Daughter and Sister (1811 - 1829) "Hey Kara." Mon-El smiled to himself as he greeted the girl behind all the ghost stories in Crimsonwood...

A flickering light in the cemetery. A real scare missed inside a dark, lonely, brooding compound at night. A close encounter with murder and being murdered !! A young 15 year old's adventures of horror and comedy.

una noche de Halloween para recodar sin duda, fiesta de disfraces, juegos, mucho ac/dc y otras bandas, esto puede acabar de muchas maneras....borrachos corriendo de el coche de policía..............desnudos por un bosque.........haciendote selfies en un mausoleo de unas gemelas muy creepy.......haciendolo en la garita de un cementerio.....bebiendo hasta el amanecer...acabar en el hospital....... esto puede acabar DE MUCHAS MANERAS

For my mom... Every Mother's Day was routine for Jeffrie Fortune: visit the Hope Falls Cemetery with her dad to stare at the gravestone of a woman she never met. But since learning she's a death agent, nothing has exactly been "routine" for the seventeen-year-old. Now, with Mother's Day here again, Jeffrie finds herself right back at that gravestone. Except this year she's alone and finding it difficult to care about old traditions because what's the point when it all ends anyway?

Just a short little story. There is no part 2 or background story it's meant to be the way it is This is my own original story and isn't inspired by anything. I pulled this out of my own last 2 braincells

These are the some of chinese folk tales : The Weeping Willow The Haunting Melody The Ghostly Seductress The Soul Lanterns The Cursed Mansion The Haunted Portrait The Phantom Puppeteer The wailing Banshee The Moonlit Cemetery The Forbidden Lotus pond The Fox Spirit and the Peach Blossom Spring : A Tale of Transformation