Girl In The Cemetery

I am ready for bed, but my brother asked me if you want to go to the DVD shop to hire out some movies, I took the offer and quickly got dressed in my gothic clothing and jewelry. I shoved on my shoes and met him down at the car.

"What music do you want to listen to?" my brother asked.
"I don’t really care" I said quickly, whilst huffing and puffing from the running from the house to the car.

Driving down the drive way, I hear the gravel groan, whilst the music begins to play. I sing along as most people would do when a song they like begins to play.

We come to a little bump at the end of my long driveway, and land onto the nice soft road gravel. Everyone must be sleeping, most houses lights are off. And there are no more cars driving around the street. I look at the time, it is only seven thirty.

We come to the end of the street, my brother puts his indicator on, there are no cars about which was strange considering it was only seven thirty at night. We turn and turn of the indicators.

We drive down the road, and only two cars pass us. We come to a red light next to the corner store, I got a shiver up my spine, and it kind of gives me the creeps when that happens, but then again it was pretty cold.

We turn the corner, and drive up the hill, and still there are no cars in sight. We pass the tip, and my eyes are immediately attracted to a girl sitting on an old grave in the cemetery. She was wearing a long black gothic dress, with her long black hair. She was very pale but did not notice the cars high beams shine in her face.

I immediately shout at my brother.

"Go back, go back now." I shouted.
"What." He replied
"Just go back to the cemetery." I shouted once again.

Having a brother who does not believe in the ghostly plains and Wiccan beliefs really pissed me off. We arrive back at the start of the cemetery Twenty seconds later. I get out and slam the door.

"What are you doing?" my brother said.
"Shut Up." I Said in a pissy way.

I walk down the pathway, to wear I seen her sitting. No-one was sitting there. No girl in a long black gothic dress with long black hair or pale face. No one.

I stand on my tippee toes to see if anyone was hiding behind the tombstone. No One.

I get back in the car.

"What the Hell was that all about?" my brother yelled.
"There was a girl sitting on that grave, and did not look like she was meant to be in this plain." I said.

"You mean like a ghost." He said.

"Yes a Ghost." I replied quickly.

I take one last look at the grave.
Took a deep breath, and then we drove off. View High Resolution
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