The CemeteryA Story by James Mckay
It's Halloween night and he is awfully beat
Just got through watching a marathon of Nightmare on Elm Street He's stuffed up on sugar and lots of caffeine He sounds too wired to sleep much less to dream Thunder and lightning began to start real fast But his parents bedroom he goes sneaking passed Not one breath breathe; a sigh of relief But it seemed every single stair; had to creak It keeps lookin back to see if their door opens He stops for a few seconds; waiting and hopin' He finally reaches the bottom and grabs his raincoat Puts on his boots, grabs a flashlight, and off he goes The raindrops barely fall but there's a marvelous display As the lightning flashes across the sky, lighting the way He has a mischievous smile on his face you see As he turns down the road towards the cemetery He enters through a section already made by some teens He thought he got through cleanly but sort of ripped his jeans He begins to stomp on the flowers and breaking every vase He was laughing and enjoying himself with that look on his face He would knock over headstones and dance on a few graves Then the moon was full, some fog rolled in, cool air filled the place He started to panic; he started to freak out He tried walking away but he got entangled somehow The fog got thicker and the air got much colder He closed his eyes and prayed, hoping it would be over He heard many moans and eerie sounds; he started to cry He started to say he was sorry and that he didn't want to die He promised to pick up the grave stones and broken glass He promised to replace all the flowers the vases had He promised he would be a good boy and never do it again Then his foot released and he ran home and up the stairs he ran The next morning he picked all the flowers off his mother's bushes She awoke and was panicking as to what happened to all her roses He picked up all the vases and planted flowers and stood up the stones Then he looked around and he apologized and promised to leave them alone The next evening some kids wanted to play asked him if he wanted to go When they told them where they were going, he sternly told them NO He said stay away from there that place is haunted, best you believe me No matter what don't go messing around there at the cemetery. by: James W. Mckay July 18, 2023
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Added on July 18, 2023 Last Updated on July 18, 2023 AuthorJames MckaySan Antonio, TXAboutTx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..Writing
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