Brown leaves skitter down the woodland path, chased by loose stones.
It is a cold wind. James did put his scarf on before he left the house - but he must also turn his collar up, now.
Once the chill creeps under your clothing, it never disappears.
He grips his shovel tighter, and continues on his way. At the Y intersection, he goes five steps straight ahead. Then, he leaves the path at a right angle, lurching over a ditch.Â
Here is the glade. Ten paces in, he turns eastwards, takes three steps, and begins to dig.Â
He’d buried her deep.
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It’s October, which means one major thing: spooky season is here!
I love this time of year because it’s the start of the holiday season. I’m not ready to get excited for Christmas just yet, but Halloween is the gateway to December celebrations.
Speaking of gateways, spooky season is thought of as a time when the veil is thin. Sometimes, we get ghost stories out of it. Other times, the past returns to haunt us in subtler ways.
Hence today’s drabble. Who is ‘she’? James buried her, but how did she die in the first place? (Is she dead?) Why, and why now, is he digging her up again?
Reader, I’m leaving it up to you. Let your imagination fill in the blanks…
Next Time:
Our second spooky story!
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