The quickest glance over his shoulder told him that he was alone. He had known anyway, there were no footsteps, no breathing. He'd be a bit worried if there were actually as he was standing in the middle of a graveyard. So he was alone, he was sure, and no-one had followed him so he was safe. He breathed out the tension that had coiled his muscles and quickened his heart and set of down the row of graves ahead of him.
***
Cate adjusted the rear-view mirror in her car as she sped along the road. She was sure she had seen something in the road behind her, a dark silent shape... No, she was being silly. She always felt paranoid after a big story, as though someone wanted retribution on her for exposing their crime or something. She chuckled, a loud sound in the quiet of the car and then shuddered. She hated driving along country lanes at the best of times, let alone in the middle of the night with no other traffic and the sound of her laugh sounded too out of place to calm her. Then she did something that she would remember later, wondering what would have happened if she hadn't done it, what path her life would have taken if she hadn't closed her eyes for just two seconds...
She was jerked out of her brief doze as she felt a wheel hit a stone and the wheel spin under her hands as though it had a life of its own. She desperately tried to regain control but it fought her and sent the car flying into a ditch.
She sat there, in the car, breathing heavily before she felt calm enough to try and get out. With shaking hands, she unbuckled her seatbelt and kicked and pushed at the door until it gave up and let her out. As she walked around in the cool night air, she was relieved to note that, apart from a growing headache which was probably due more to her hard day than the crash, she was not injured in any way. As she turned, she nearly had a heart attack. In the graveyard opposite her was a figure. A man was wandering around in the graveyard. In the middle of the night. Immediatly, her journalistic brain kicked in and she hurried across the road. This was a mystery she had to solve...
***
Phil Odis Burris was not having a good night. The graveyard was just not working. He had woken up in the middle of the night, seized with a desire to go to the graveyard for inspiration for his new poem. As he hurried there, not even grabbing his coat, he realised that to get into the graveyard, he would have to either jump the wall or break the lock on the gate. Which was illegal but his desire was so great that he'd done it without a second thought. It was only as he walked around a bit that he realised something. This wasn't him. He would normally have no desire to walk around at night in a graveyard. THEY were doing this. But there was nothing he could do...
***
Cate adjusted the rear-view mirror in her car as she sped along the road. She was sure she had seen something in the road behind her, a dark silent shape... No, she was being silly. She always felt paranoid after a big story, as though someone wanted retribution on her for exposing their crime or something. She chuckled, a loud sound in the quiet of the car and then shuddered. She hated driving along country lanes at the best of times, let alone in the middle of the night with no other traffic and the sound of her laugh sounded too out of place to calm her. Then she did something that she would remember later, wondering what would have happened if she hadn't done it, what path her life would have taken if she hadn't closed her eyes for just two seconds...
She was jerked out of her brief doze as she felt a wheel hit a stone and the wheel spin under her hands as though it had a life of its own. She desperately tried to regain control but it fought her and sent the car flying into a ditch.
She sat there, in the car, breathing heavily before she felt calm enough to try and get out. With shaking hands, she unbuckled her seatbelt and kicked and pushed at the door until it gave up and let her out. As she walked around in the cool night air, she was relieved to note that, apart from a growing headache which was probably due more to her hard day than the crash, she was not injured in any way. As she turned, she nearly had a heart attack. In the graveyard opposite her was a figure. A man was wandering around in the graveyard. In the middle of the night. Immediatly, her journalistic brain kicked in and she hurried across the road. This was a mystery she had to solve...
***
Phil Odis Burris was not having a good night. The graveyard was just not working. He had woken up in the middle of the night, seized with a desire to go to the graveyard for inspiration for his new poem. As he hurried there, not even grabbing his coat, he realised that to get into the graveyard, he would have to either jump the wall or break the lock on the gate. Which was illegal but his desire was so great that he'd done it without a second thought. It was only as he walked around a bit that he realised something. This wasn't him. He would normally have no desire to walk around at night in a graveyard. THEY were doing this. But there was nothing he could do...
