The Grave Girl (300 words)
By John Abbott
Some boys and girls were at a party one night. They were all teenagers of a sort. There was a graveyard down the street, and they were talking and discussing about how scary it was.
“Be careful, don’t ever stand on a grave after
dark,” one of the boys said.
“The person inside will grab you. He’ll pull you under.”
“That’s can’t be true,” one of the girls said. “It’s just a superstition.”
“I’ll give you a dollar if you stand on a grave,”
said the boy.
“A little old grave doesn’t scare me,” said the girl. “I’ll do it right now.”
The boy handed her his knife. “Stick this knife in one of the graves,” he said. “Then we’ll know you were there.”
The graveyard was filled with shadows and was as
cold and quiet as death.
“There is nothing to be scared of,” the girl constantly told herself, but she was scared anyway.
She picked out a grave and stood on it. Then quickly she bent over and plunged the knife into the soil, and she started to leave. But she couldn’t get away.
Something was holding her back! She tried a second
time to leave, but she could move but did not seem to be able to escape. She
was filled with terror.
“Aarrrggghhh, Aarrrggghhh, something has got me!” she screamed, and she fell to the ground.
An hour passed, when she didn’t come back, the others went to look for her.
They found her body sprawled across the grave. Without realising it, she had plunged the knife through her skirt and had pinned it to the ground. It was only the knife that held her. Her eyes were wide open, she had died of fright.
So, ensure
that you never stand on a grave after dark!
Copyright John Abbott
