Ghost In the Graveyard | COMPLETED

• 4/10 • Ash and Bone

"Way Down We Go" by Kaleo

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Thursday: October 20, 1994
10:51 AM

It was weird, being in Scott's truck. I sat in the passenger seat while he dug through his backpack for his keys. He cursed when he came up dry.

"I think I left them in my locker," he muttered. "I'll be back in two sec—"

"Um," I said as I pointed at the set of keys in his cupholder. "Could those be what you're looking for?"

He glared at them so furiously, I couldn't help but laugh. "I swear, I'm the least observant person you'll ever meet."

I waved it off. "It's okay. I do stuff like that too, all the time."

He grabbed them and shoved them into the ignition. The engine sputtered for a moment before it roared to life. We left the parking lot and were on the main road quickly. It didn't take long for me to notice that Scott was a bit of a lead foot. Where the speed limit was thirty, his speedometer didn't drop below forty-five.

"I heard they found your bike," he threw out. "My dad said the tires were slashed."

I nodded. "That's right. It was found in the graveyard."

He fiddled with his rear view mirror. "My dad's a cop, but he doesn't tell me much. He's not supposed to—confidentiality or whatever—but he knows I don't have anyone I'd say anything to. That's all I got out of him though."

"I'm pretty sure that's their only lead," I admitted. "All that's left to find is a body."

"Do you know where it is?" he asked, searching my eyes for the answer.

I knew that I was already dead, but I still got nervous when he didn't have his eyes on the road. I shook my head, "I have no clue."

"Have you searched?"

"Every day."

He chewed on his lip, thinking. His eyes were finally back on the road again. "Do you think they moved it somewhere?"

I shrugged. "I feel like it's still at the graveyard," I explained. "I have no idea where it is, but I have this feeling. Like, they just hid it real well or something."

"Are you sure?" he pressed.

"Pretty sure," I answered but couldn't look him in the eyes as I said it.

And it was true: I had this instinctive feeling that my body hadn't left Maple Grove. Now all I had to do was prove it.

Scott pulled the truck into the cemetery and parked near the front gate. He cut the engine and tossed the keys back into the cupholder. He had to come around to my side and open my door for me since I couldn't actually do it myself, what with being a ghost and all.

"It's this way," I said as I started in the direction I had gone the night I died. I almost always went the same route, since it always led me back to where I started. If only I'd known on that cold October night that I was headed toward my death...