The Cemetery

The Cemetery

A 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

© 2023 James Mckay


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James Mckay
James Mckay

San Antonio, TX



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Tx! 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..

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