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Haunted...

Soft singing....


ANDYS POV


I woke up, my mind clouded with the events that happened the day before. I couldent understand anything of what had happened. How could Alice just dissapeared into thin air? It was impossible to jump the fence because it was way to high. But even if she climbed it she couldent of climed it that quick. I was literally seconds behind her. I decided to go back to the graveyard, and see if she was there, and if I could talk to her. I sighed, and rolled off the bed, and got dressed. I grabbed a energy bar, and got into the car, and drove to the graveyard.

I got out the car, and walked into the graveyard. I remembered Alice saying that she was always in the willow tree, so I headed towards there. "Alice?" I called, looking up in the tree. There was no answer, and no sign of Alice anywhere. I sighed, and sunk down onto the floor, leaning against the trunk of the willow. I wanted to talk to her so much. She was different, but she seemed to be avoiding me for some reason, and I really wanted to get to know her, and if she didn't want to know me I wanted to know why. I sunk deeper and deeper into my thoughts, coming up with more questions than answers.

I sat there for a while, until suddenly I heard a humming sound coming from the three graves that were a few feet away from me. I looked over to them, and the humming continued. I gently crawled over to them, to investigate the humming sound. There were three graves in total, and they all seemed to ba part of the same family. The one on the far left had the name 'Sarah Kingsly' ingraved in it in golden letters at the top, and a verse carved at the bottom, along with her date on birth and death. The one right next to that one had the name 'David Kingsly' carved into it, in the same gold letters, and the same verse carved underneath it. The verse's read:

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

I noticed it was a poem by William Blake, and a well known one to. I looked at the next grave. It had the name 'Alice Kingsly' ingraved in it in silver writing, and had a small picture of her on the left. It was all frosted up due to the weather, and no matter how hard I tried I coudent wipe it off so I could see the picture. I sighed, and looked down at the date of birth and death. It said that she was born on the 14th November 1982 and died at the age on 19 in 1996. I looked down at the verse inscripted at the bottom. It read:

I open my lungs dear,
I sing this song at funerals, no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
Baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly.
Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch.

I will await dear,
A patience of eternity, my crush.
A universal still, no rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
One million years, I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.


The humming noise was still there, and it slowly progressed into a soft singing of a young woman. I noticed that she was singing the same verse that was inscripted at the bottom of the gravestone. She sung it over and over again, the tune staying the same, and I gently started to sing along under my breath. It developed into a duet of the verse over and over again, and I smiled once she stopped singing. I got up off the floor, and left the graveyard and went to the car. I opened the door, and pulled out a bunch of flowers for my granddad. I walked across the graveyard to his grave, and placed them down. I gently pulled one daisy out, and walked towards the willow tree. I crouched down at the grave with the song inscripted at the bottom, and put the daisy down. I smiled and the singing started up again, and I gently got up, and left the graveyard. I felt that someone was watching me, and I looked around at the empty graveyard, and seeing no one, left the graveyard, and drove off back to my moms house.

Comments

Awwwww :)
this story was the best i put all my emotions trough it, i cryed most of the time haha really touching story ur a more than a great writer. <3
Awesome it's plain awesome!
Mak-a-doodle Mak-a-doodle
3/21/13
Aww I literally cried c': awesome story!!!
Alexx11812 Alexx11812
3/20/13
Nice your a great writer!! :P
gabberly gabberly
2/21/13