The Disturbed

Ashleigh, the small girl with pale locks and staring brown eyes had made her way to the graveyard. The October wind lashed at her face, making her cheeks burn, and she quickened her pace. Ashleigh wanted to be away from the gaslights, the cars, the people. The very humans disturbed her - perturbed her.

So, Ashleigh thought that going to the graveyard on the last day of October would be rather fine. She believed in ghosts - truly did - and decided so as not to provoke them, to not touch any of the tombs or sit on any flowers. Instead, she made her way to a wooden bench, hidden under the thick oak-tree leaves.

Ashleigh's mother had given her a small maple basket where she put a bun and a few lollies, knowing that her ten-year-old was one for a treat.

But at one point, Ashleigh stood up and bravely made her way towards the tombs. Curiosity got the better of her, and as her long fingers ran over the words, she knelt down to sniff and explore. Near one tomb, which said "Alicia Caive", she sat down to toy with the weak flowers. Hyacinths - dead.

Ashleigh's little heart gave a jolt. She felt sorry for Alicia - truly did, because she thought that the woman must feel lonely when she comes at midnight to inspect her surroundings.
So, Ashleigh put the sweets by the tomb, and herself ate the cold bun.

Hours passed swiftly, like a crow in the night. But do crows fly swiftly?

Soon, it was midnight. Completely dark. Ashleigh waited, her heart beating hard against her chest. She had always wanted to see a ghost, and now that she finally had enough courage in her, she could! Moments after the clock struck twelve, a tyrannic cry echoed around the grave-yard, and soon a smoky pair of claws were seen. No - not smoky; silvery. The claws dug the dirt in an irritated manner, until soon there was a hole big enough for a head to come through.

Ashleigh wanted to run. But she knew she couldn't!

The face was a very curious one; sure, there were eyes, but they had no pupils, nor any irises - only black holes, so vivid and real and inviting. The nose was a sharp one, with a sort of bend at the bridge, giving in a peculiar look. But the mouth - oh! There was a twisted, half-mad smile upon it, full of a droll attempt to try and hide the glee.

"You have disturbed me, little girl," said the it in a raspy voice. Thick, greasy hair almost covered the eyes, but Ashleigh saw them flash.

"I... oh, A - A - Alicia! I have put candy on your tomb, hoping you'd be pleased..."

"You have disturbed me, little girl." now the voice was more firm. Thick. Hard.

"I'll g - g - g - go!" and Ashleigh sprang up, and turned on her heels to run. But a smooth hand held her ankle and she tripped face-down, onto the concrete.

What happened next, nobody knew - but every year, on the last day of October, a severe cry echoes in the graveyard, and swiftly a monster comes. Many have tried to "kill" it - but in the end, all ended up dead. For the magic force was a strong one - and when somebody is disturbed from their underworld, it's a deadly business to even hope that it shall go away!