Post by Idazle on Jul 10, 2012 15:32:54 GMT -5
The wind whistled through the trees, rattling the bare branches like skeletons. I shivered and zipped up my jacket. “Stupid dare...” I mumbled, pulling out the paper and crayon I had brought.
I bent over one of the tombstones and began my rubbing. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise. I jumped and turned around only to see that it was an owl. With a sigh, I returned to my rubbing. The wind continued to whip through the graveyard.
With my first rubbing finished, I went over to the next tombstone. There was something moving in the distance.
“Who's there?” I demanded, scanning the area with my flashlight. There was no one there. I sighed in relief, but my relief was short lived. One of the tombstones was on its side, and it hadn't been like that before.
Cautiously, I walked over to it. I lifted it up but instantly wished I hadn't. Though I could not read the Gaelic words on it, I didn't need a translator to understand the picture.
There was a man on it, his face contorted in agony. I couldn't make out all of the details, so I moved closer. I nearly dropped the tombstone. The man had wings, but not angelic! They were bent and contorted with many of the feathers on the ground at his feet.
I was still curious about the writing, so I took out my smart phone and took a picture. My phone fell out of my hand when I saw the translation. There was a quote from Revelations as well as a poem.
“The tombstone always lies at the head.
It helps protect those who are dead.
If it leaves the tomb, the dead will rise.
It will lead to the human's demise.”
I dropped the stone and backed away, bumping into something... or someone. My breath caught in my throat as an arm snaked around my throat.
“Why did you move my stone?” the man asked.
“I-I.... It wasn't me!” I stammered, craning my neck around to see who it was. I really wish I didn't....
It was the same man from the stone, and he did not look very happy. “You really shouldn't mess around here...” he whispered.
I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand. My eyes bulged in fright.
“We don't want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves, do we?” he asked.
I quickly shook my head.
“Good,” he said with a smirk as he jumped off the ground, his arm still wrapped around my neck. I wouldn't have thought that would have been possible.
The shock of the flight forced me to drop the flashlight. We were plunged into darkness.
Why did I have to play truth or dare that day?
I was getting slightly unconscious as we continued to fly.
Oh, why did I-
I bent over one of the tombstones and began my rubbing. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise. I jumped and turned around only to see that it was an owl. With a sigh, I returned to my rubbing. The wind continued to whip through the graveyard.
With my first rubbing finished, I went over to the next tombstone. There was something moving in the distance.
“Who's there?” I demanded, scanning the area with my flashlight. There was no one there. I sighed in relief, but my relief was short lived. One of the tombstones was on its side, and it hadn't been like that before.
Cautiously, I walked over to it. I lifted it up but instantly wished I hadn't. Though I could not read the Gaelic words on it, I didn't need a translator to understand the picture.
There was a man on it, his face contorted in agony. I couldn't make out all of the details, so I moved closer. I nearly dropped the tombstone. The man had wings, but not angelic! They were bent and contorted with many of the feathers on the ground at his feet.
I was still curious about the writing, so I took out my smart phone and took a picture. My phone fell out of my hand when I saw the translation. There was a quote from Revelations as well as a poem.
“The tombstone always lies at the head.
It helps protect those who are dead.
If it leaves the tomb, the dead will rise.
It will lead to the human's demise.”
I dropped the stone and backed away, bumping into something... or someone. My breath caught in my throat as an arm snaked around my throat.
“Why did you move my stone?” the man asked.
“I-I.... It wasn't me!” I stammered, craning my neck around to see who it was. I really wish I didn't....
It was the same man from the stone, and he did not look very happy. “You really shouldn't mess around here...” he whispered.
I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand. My eyes bulged in fright.
“We don't want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves, do we?” he asked.
I quickly shook my head.
“Good,” he said with a smirk as he jumped off the ground, his arm still wrapped around my neck. I wouldn't have thought that would have been possible.
The shock of the flight forced me to drop the flashlight. We were plunged into darkness.
Why did I have to play truth or dare that day?
I was getting slightly unconscious as we continued to fly.
Oh, why did I-
and that kills me