Short Cut Horror
This particular mid winter night after a quiet drink at our local
started to venture home, frost in air only light from a half moon,
feeling brave after having a couple of beers, decided to take a
Short cut through our cemetery, approaching the iron gates which
we're closed but never locked, on opening they gave out a loud
screeching noise which seemed to echo across the village, our church
Stood at the top of the hill left of the path, there was a musty smell
in the air, I stood and pondered for a few minutes then started climbing
the slight incline, approximately ten yards in I suddenly heard what
seemed to be a tapping sound, tap tap tap, I looked around my heart
Started to race, everywhere was pitch black, my imagination was kicking
In, walking slowly again the tapping seemed to be getting louder and louder,
I was now at the top of the hill standing outside of the church entrance,
Was I imagining it? Was I really hearing this tapping sound? should I turn
back? I looked up at the moon that was now veiled by shadowy cloud,
must carry on, so tentatively started walking again, tap tap tapping sound
even louder now, then shock horror, my heart stopped, I couldn't breath,
frozen to the spot my whole body disabled at what I saw, taking a few
moments for my senses to resume and coming to the realisation of what
I was seeing and coming to terms with this situation, I gasped and my
functions started to get back to normal at the realisation of seeing an
Old man with a hammer and chisel kneeling next to a grave stone,
I stuttered you frightened me so much that I nearly had a heart attack,
he stopped tapping looked up at me, so sorry he said but they have spelt
my name wrong.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
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