A Walk in the Cemetery

Our great uncle Larry was watching us three brothers that night, telling us fantasy stories while our parents were away. "Uncle Larry?" my oldest brother Phillipe asked. "Have you ever seen a ghost?" Since I was only six years old at the time, ghosts and monsters in the closet really crept me out, so I kept a little night light in my bedroom. My two older brothers would tease me all the time and call me a sissy, but it was they're fault that I was so scared of everything.1

That brought a grin to the old man's wrinkled face as he lit his pipe. We would always ask that same question over and over, and we had nightmares every time because of it. He always answered it very detailed, but it seemed like this time was much more realistic. He started, "I recon I have, young lad. My cousin Rebecca and I had went camping when we were young kids, probably at the most of seven years old. Well, while we were roasting marshmallows over the fire, we had heard a scream-"2

"Uh oh," I interrupted with a squeal, hiding my head in the pillow.3

"Shut up, little baby!" snapped Sydney, hitting me with another couch pillow. Sydney and I fought the most because we were closest in age, six and nine. I had never really liked my brother.4

Uncle Larry went on with a creased forehead,"We went to go see what had happened as soon as we could. We saw a beautiful woman... uh wait, um, Nickolai will have to go to his room for this part. I'm sorry, kiddo."5

With a mad attitude, I stormed out of the room in my teddy bear PJ's and sat on my comfy bed angrily. Tears started to stream down my cheeks. "It's not fair," I sobbed, looking out my dark window. "I'm not allowed to do anything because my stupid brothers are OLDER. I'll show them one day..." I wiped the fog off of my window and spotted the cemetery behind my house. There was a thick layer of fog that dropped over the muddy pond, and there were spooky tombstones everywhere. I bet I could take a walk through there. It'd prove to my brothers that I could do something brave, braver than those wimps could do. 6

Way past my bedtime, at about eleven at night, I crept out of bed in my bare feet and slowly walked through it. This was not scary! After all, I was the only person in the deserted land, and it was not like all of the dead bodies would come back to life. I was fine until I had heard a screech, but I had realized that it was probably just the wind. "Hello?" I yelled, echoing in the distance. "Is anybody out there? Hellllllo?" 7

I had started to become cold; my body trembling with cold or fear. A deep shiver rolled down my spine as I kicked a pebble into the deep pond, hearing a small splash. Just when I was about to turn around, I had heard a loud scream, almost like Uncle Larry described it. All I knew was, this scream was not pleasant. I had started to sob deeply. Then, when I started running as fast as I could back home, I had tripped over a twig that hadn't been there before. While I quickly started to get up, I had noticed a deep, bloody cut on my arm that stretched down the whole way. I had to get out of here. I had to get out of the cemetary.8

I had been knocked out completely, by something that had seemed invisible. My eyes were completely swollen shut by this thing, and it seemed like I was going nowhere. Before I had knew it, all I could hear was another scream, closer this time, and I had falling deep into the rocky pond, scraping all of my bones. How could I get out of this nightmare? It seemed as if I couldn't even control myself!9

"Nickolai, you're such an idiot!" What? I then opened my right eye, with it not hurting this time, and whined, "Uh, what happened?"10

"I'm so ashamed of you," I had heard my mother say from behind. "You snuck out at night just to go swimming. You could've gotten killed!" And it was still a mystery how I wasn't.11