Ghost In the Graveyard | COMPLETED

• 5/10 • A Moth in the Flames

"Welcome Home, Son" by Radical Face

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Saturday: October 29, 1994
10:44 PM

Scott and I didn't attend the un-burying of my corpse. His dad didn't want him being there. So instead, we spent the next week in the library doing all the research on witches and Crystal Falls we could dig up.

The news of my death spread through the town like wildfire. There was a service for me at school. The funeral would be held tomorrow. But I didn't plan to go. I couldn't bare to see my family there.

It would be a closed-casket service. Apparently, my body didn't quite look like my body anymore. Scott's dad said my throat had been slashed and my teeth were missing. For what purpose they stole my teeth was still beyond us.

Mr. Duncan said there was a killer on the loose, and Scott had to be careful out there. The sheriff announced there would be a strict new curfew at nine, and Scott's dad expected him to follow it.

So he would go home every night and get any information he could out of his dad while I returned to Maple Grove in hopes my killers might return.

I waited and waited, and they didn't come. Until tonight.

I sat at the top of the highest hill like I did every night. It was at quarter to eleven that I saw the flicker of a flame on the other side of the cemetery. They were back.

I crept closer but not nearly as close as last time. I got as close as I dared, remaining hidden behind a tall gravestone where I could still see what they were up to.

They all wore their black clothes and the same masks as last time. They weren't dancing around the fire, but instead all four of them held hands around it. I could see one of them step forward and place a dead crow into the flames.

"O, goddess Morrigan," a female voice chanted. "Hear our prayers. Feast upon our sacrifice, let this beautiful creature live on in your honor. Grow strong, so that you may return to the mortal world, take back the throne that was once yours."

I held my breath. I was horrified but watched on with curious eyes. I needed to get back to Scott. I needed to tell him what they were doing. He could tell his dad and the police would bust them.

I jumped on my bike and zipped out of the cemetery as quickly as I could. It didn't take long to reach his house, but I couldn't just knock on the front door. Instead, I hopped the fence to the backyard and climbed up his apple tree. One thick branch leaned close enough to his bedroom window that I could climb over to give it a knock.

He pushed open his bedroom door and stepped inside in nothing but a towel that reached his waste. His wet hair clung to his forehead and covered his left eye. But what really caught my eye was his exposed abdomen. He always wore baggy tees or heavy sweatshirts, so I never would've guessed he had abs.

I tapped on his window again before he could strip down any further. He looked up at me, surprised I was at his window. "Sam?" he asked as he came over to open the window. "What are you doing in my tree?"

"The witches came back, Scott!" I explained quickly. "I watched them sacrifice another bird. And they were chanting something to a goddess. God, I can't remember her name. It sounded kind of like Morgan, but that wasn't it."

"Morrigan?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That's it!" I exclaimed. "How'd you know that?"