Thursday, March 20, 2014

The Dead Arise

A year after high school my best friend was killed in a car accident. I would visit his grave on occasion and just sit there and think about things. The cemetery is outside of town and isolated, with some nice groves of trees and such, it is a rural area.

I was off at college so I didn't get back to often but about a year later I came back and wanted to visit. It was late afternoon when I got there and I was just sitting there thinking about life and such.
There was a fresh grave a couple of spots away from his covered in straw while the grass grew back. As I sat there the sun started to set and I was watching the sunset and actually enjoying the quiet and the view.

I heard something moving and looked around. I noticed the straw on the fresh grave move a little bit. At first I thought it was just my eyes playing a trick on me, the shadows moving in the setting sun kind of thing.

It moved again and this time I knew it wasn't my imagination. I stood up and stared at the spot intently. I thought to myself this is not real, as visions of old horror movies started going through my head.

Suddenly the straw exploded up into the air, I jumped, I have no idea what I said, but up out of the exploding straw I saw a chipmunk flying through the air. It landed on the ground and took off running.

I stood there for a moment with my heart racing and thought to myself I wish I had a gun right now because that would be one dead chipmunk.

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