It was a cloudy Saturday in the town where John and his family lived. He got up late, woke up, watched TV for a while, took a shower and had a breakfast alone because his mother and his 3 siblings had gone out of the town. After finishing his breakfast he decided to go to the graveyard in order to visit his father’s tomb, since his dad had died two years ago.
John arrived to the eerie cemetery with a bunch of flowers in his hand. Unfortunately, the neglected gate was closed. He knocked the door and some seconds later a hideous man with wolf-features opened it. While the door hinges squeaked, John got scared but he managed his feelings and came in.
He arrived to his father’s grave; he was praying when he saw in the distance, a man walking but he didn’t pay attention because he thought it was the caretaker of the burial ground. Later John was remembering good moments together his father when he heard a laugh of a toddler, then he glanced backwards but it was nothing.
John was putting the flowers on his dad’s last resting place when he heard a woman crying next to him. He asked her who she was visiting, the lady answered she was visiting his husband because he had died in a car accident a year ago; she told John she felt really miserable without her husband. John tried to encourage her to feel better; he said he was suffering the loss of a beloved too.
He let the woman his phone number in case she wants to call him for support and they both said good-bye. John asked her what her name was. She answered “Carol Smith”. When John was walking toward the exit he saw a gravestone with the date of yesterday and the name Carol Smith, he got terrified and went out running, drove and arrived home safe and sound. It had been a strange and frightening day and John was relieved to be home at last.
1 comment:
Very nice usage of that last sentence! I really liked the story. I just wish it had been a little longer, with a deeper insight of John's feelings and thoughts.
It was good, though.
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