Ghost Brother (Spooky Short Stories By Kathryn Meyer Griffith) - Plot & Excerpts
There was no other sensible conclusion to arrive at. When I awoke–if awaking was the right term because suddenly after a time of blackness there I was–I was sitting on top of a fresh grave in this quaint but uncared for cemetery I recognized as the one down the road from our house. There was no headstone on it yet so I couldn’t read the name of the current inhabitant. Perhaps it wasn’t my grave, wasn’t my headstone to come. Or that’s what I hoped. At first. Sooty clouds raced above, dried leaves danced in a chill wind around the tombstones. It was raining, a steady forlorn drizzle that had soaked everything. Drab splotches of brown spotted the earth and bundles of witchy dead branches bounced round me like tumbleweeds. There were no birds. No creepy crawly insects. Not a living thing. The colors were off, too. Everything had a veneer of gray covering it and the air around me hummed with eerie echoes, as if a crowd of people were whispering just beyond the threshold of my hearing.
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