She chewed on blood red fingernails oblivious to how bitter was wind; her heart pounding as she placed a bouquet of lilies upon the grave. She knew no one would pass here due to rain and rolling mist. Her pretty face went pale as marble over tombstone as she heard a familiar voice cackling from underneath the ground.

“How dare you stand here after what you did! Haven’t you troubled me enough for a hundred years!”

Olivia gasped as a hand emerged from out of the grave clutching her throat and struggled to break free; the hem of her black dress soiled with filth and splashes of rain. Her lips trembled with fright as a handful of memories flashed before her eyes.

“No you don’t understand I need exactly four kilograms of cabbage, two sacks of potatoes and one bag of carrots,” Olivia sighed in exasperation as the salesman stared at her as though she was from a different planet.

“Miss, how many times do I have to explain! We don’t sell groceries to people like you!” She watched as he walked away from her in disgust and failed to understand why. She recalled how her mother used to shop, her pretty eyes and winsome smile as she charmed salesman after salesman into letting her browse to her heart’s content. She went home and threw herself down on the bed, hiding her face in the pillow. The phone rang thrice before she finally decided to pick up.

“Hi! I have been trying to call you all day! Where were you?” Olivia cringed at the sound of her neighbor’s voice.

She and Josh had been friends since childhood. She remembered how he used to defend her while all the kids made fun of her and called her a freak. At that time it used to bother her what people thought but now she wasn’t sure. It made no sense to fret over something that couldn’t be changed. For instance, her oval face and unruly black hair that stood out at odd ends. She wasn’t exactly a people person and shied away from boisterous crowds. She was different than the rest and there truly wasn’t another person alive on earth who cared enough to appreciate her. Except, Josh.

Olivia snapped out of her reverie as the cruel voice continued and spat out insults. “Enough! I don’t care whether you believe me or not! It wasn’t my fault, Josh!” At that moment the atmosphere grew dim and skies threatened to swallow what was left of the earth.

“Oh really!” He raised his head out of the grave and scowled. She couldn’t believe he could hold a grudge over something so insignificant.

“Alright, fine! I am sorry for ruining your chances with Aaron. But I couldn’t see how you would compete against my blasting charm.” She winked as he frowned and finally laid back inside the grave to rest.

Graveyard scented with ominous
clouds, scare passersby as spirits
and ghouls rise to join the living.

 

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Posted for ‘Beautiful Freaks Fest’ @ MG’s blog party

She clawed in frustration as the moon shone upon the grave; her fingertips soaked in dirt and blood. A hundred years had passed since the ghosts had spoken to her about Eric, a hundred years had passed since she last ate or drank a bottle of wine. She heard the owls screeching as the wind howled incessantly, causing hair at the back of her neck to stand up in alarm. She screamed as two hands jerked and pushed her off the grave.

“You wretched piece of urban shit how dare you come and touch this grave!”

Camellia spat into the ground in pure disgust as she attempted to smooth out her prussian blue dress; “I don’t need your permission you filthy, lying bitch!”

No sooner had she spoken, a voice hoarse from breathing underground sounded from the grave. Both women stared in horror at the sight that welcomed them in the dead of the night.

“I am so bloody tired of you two bickering each and every night! Now if you will excuse me I need to go back and rest for the next hundred years.” The corpse flashed an evil grin before it disappeared back into the grave.

“My goodness! Did you see that! He didn’t even bother to invite us in!”

Camellia laughed out hard and punched playfully on her arm. She realized that they were both being stupid, fighting over a man who had been dead for the past hundred years. She winked as they joined hands to craft a healing wish:

 

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Posted for ‘Witches in Fiction’ @ MG’s blog party

 

There is a fine line between coincidence and stalking. I was getting out of the car in a vacant parking lot when it happened. The air suddenly grew cold and my breath stopped short. Shadows creeping from far off corners caused fear to trickle down my spine. I hastened to a nearby cafe around noon midday. Sweat ran down the corners of my face as I gasped at the scene before me.

“We need to call the police, Dan.” A frightened woman was whispering to her son. The newspaper headlines read what each and every person in the room had feared. A local woman was killed earlier in the day by a man in black. Police suspected that the woman was being stalked for days on end. Melissa tugged at the fabric near the end of her coat. She remembered being followed a few weeks before Christmas.

The customers were getting restless as the news spread like wildfire. Melissa grabbed her purse and hurried out of the cafe. She had almost reached her car when she was suddenly pulled to the curb. Her eyes were blindfolded as she was pushed inside the van. Melissa tried to utter a scream but in vain.

“Quit moving you crazy bitch! You’re driving me insane!”

Melissa kicked around her blindly hoping to free herself. The van came to a screeching halt. Two massive hands grabbed and pulled her from the side. She felt as if she was being led into a warehouse. Melissa strained to listen for sounds which would give her further clues about her whereabouts.

And then the lights went out…

 

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