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
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
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.