As the droplets of rain fell down on the graveyard, a young girl tip-toed through the overgrown weeds, scared of disturbing the dead. She was aware of everything around her. The wind rustling the plants and the trees. The stench of the clean air around her. The way the headstones felt as her fingertips barely even grazed the surface. The way the church seemed like a giant hurdle. Something she wasn’t ready to face. She didn’t know how she came to be in the graveyard. No one knew she was buried there. She was an atheist. So she wasn’t there for the small church. She twirled around while looking up into the clouds. She began to hum the tunes shed heard so many times when she was small. Then she froze. She heard someone mutter her name.
“Scarlet”, it repeated over and over again, in an eerie tone. Her heart was bursting through her chest. She didn’t say anything in reply. The voice taunted her again and again. She never murmured a word. She never moved. She just stood there. Staring.
Soon the voice got quieter and quieter. Until it stopped completely. And the deadly silence of the graveyard returned.
She let out a sigh of relief. She turned and ran away. Not caring about the bodies, no more than six feet under her.

She faulted slightly as a hunched up man appeared there in front of her.
“Watch where you’re going!” skuld the grave keeper. You have to remember she thought that she was alone but after all of that, no matter if she was quite or not she realised this old man would have known she was there anyway. In the darkness his old crooked features shone out like a bright light in a dimmed room. But ……………………….



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