Short Story Of The Graveyard: A Narrative Fiction

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Crows were flying over Amari and Shawn’s heads and cawing loudly. The road was rough and rocky, they almost tripped over a lot of times. Next to the road, there were no plants or any flowers on the ground, and it was dry and dirty. Steps away, there was the graveyard.
“Shawn...This is ridiculous to find a random lady here, ” Amari complained. “ Especially in the graveyard.”
“I told you this story before, about the old lady,” Shawn said it mysteriously. “In the story, before she died, she was rich and beautiful, but when she was having her baby, she was murdered by her husband! If you found her, she will ask you for her baby, if you don’t give the doll to her she will curse you. But if you do, she will give you a wonderful life in the rest …show more content…

” Shawn suddenly turned around and faced Amari. She was frightened, but still walking towards the graveyard.
“I’ve heard Mrs Mary’s story ages ago.” Amari staring at him and whispered. “She is not real.”
“Hey. ” Shawn gets a bit mad, he walked faster in the front. A few minutes passed, they arrived the graveyard. The door was rusty and full of dust. Obviously, no one had been in here for years. Bats flew out from the door as soon as Shawn opened the door. Amari coughed because there are a lot of dust coming out and flying all over the place. Rows of tombstone stood erect in silence to the left and right, front and behind, like a sea of death. They feel like something was about to come out from the surface of the ground, and the fun around them get thicker every time they move forward some steps.
They saw something, like a woman, standing in front of them.
The old lady is wearing a black long dress which highlight every curve of her body, the shadow of her big hat covered her face, only the mouth is out of the shadow. They are cracking, the whole of them seems like a dying rose. Her skin is bright pale and cold, her breathing is shallow. She floated with ease with eyes as empty as the nothingness from which she came. Her hair was midnight black, rippled in dark thick waves. The strand resembles the dead of

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