The abandoned graveyard lay in ruins on the hillside where it had once stood proudly for hundreds of years. The residents moved to a new location lower-ground, now only the oldest of broken headstones remained.
Elizabeth looked at the date on one of these remaining stones: 1793. It was moss-covered and weathered by time, but the date was still clearly visible. She ran her finger down the headstone, and smiled when she reached what felt like a letter E.
“They won’t be moving me so easily”, she whispered, as she settled herself into the ground she had long called home.
Great!
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Thank you, Cheryl! 😀
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Huh!
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???
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Just a Halloweenish whisper
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Ahhhh… I knew that all along! 😉
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I seem to recall that 1793 makes frequent appearances in your life. Hmmm… (And I like Elizabeth’s attitude.) 🙂
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Thanks, Diane… although it was 1642 and not 1793; but then, maybe this is the start of something new! 😉
I like Elizabeth as well. I wonder what happened to her…?
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Excellent Tom!!! 🙂 ❤
Somebody asked me I’d stay the night in a graveyard.
I said: “All I’d see is Ghosts and Ghouls.”
I don’t mind being grabbed by the Ghosties, but not by the…” 🙂 ❤
God Bless!!! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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::D Hehehe! Thanks, Prenin.
And I don’t think the phantoms mind where they grab you…
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