I Work At A Cemetery As A Graveyard Keeper. I Think The Dead May Be Rising From Their Graves.

"Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead."
?Graveyard Train
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I saw them last night.
I am the main keeper and partial owner of a small cemetery on the East Coast. My job is to make sure things goes smoothly. I am in charge of everything from burials and arrangements to maintaining the grounds and sometimes even sales?caskets and such.
Although I am encouraged to up-sell as much as possible, I never do. It doesn't seem right to try and get every last penny out of someone who has just lost a loved one. And after all, it's just a box. It being prettier than others isn't really of the utmost importance.
Last time I checked, the dead don't care about fashion.
I just hope they're staying dead.
This week, I drew the short straw and had to work the 9pm to 6am shift. We usually have a security guard but he had called in due to a family emergency. There had been some strange happenings occurring on-site recently, and we all thought that a group of local kids might be vandalizing the property at night.
I set up in our main office, which was located in the dead center of our 40.6 acres of property. There was an old v.c.r in the lounge that had been there for years, and when I pressed play I was surprised to see Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein in old fashioned lettering.
Frankenstein was just about to grab the main character when I heard what sounded like a small explosion outside. And then another, and another. Grabbing my flashlight, I wondered if the local kids had broken in and set off some unused fireworks from the Fourth of July. The idea of calling the cops immediately passed through my mind, but I thought better of it. It was probably just some kids after all. If they didn't know anyone was there besides them, perhaps I could even give them a scare.
Liking that idea, I shut the flashlight off and crept out the back entrance. Quickly running across to the edge of the cemetery, my body was now concealed in thick shadows as I made my way closer to the explosions. There was a fourth, and then fifth boom... and then silence.
Suddenly, I saw the outline of five figures standing together around the water of a large pond we maintain.
Gotcha, I thought, a wide smile spreading across my face. Thinking over the best way to scare them off, I decided on the old police routine. Running over behind the largest gravestone in sight, I slid down and realized I was now only 20 or so feet away. I was filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and for a moment I thought better of the whole plan... but excitement won out.
"Freeze you son's of *******! It's the police!" I yelled, running out towards them and making as much noise as possible.
Now the thought had never occurred to me that they might actually freeze, and as I made my way closer?fear took over. The five figures hadn't even flinched at my screaming. In fact, they weren't moving at all.
My running slowed to a crawl as I now stood only six or seven feet away. A few moments of silence passed by, and still the figures didn't move. I took one step closer and turned on my flashlight. It flickered for a moment, and then held heavy on the backs of the five individuals.
And then it hit me.
They weren't kids, they were adults?and they were all dressed as they had been buried. I even recognized some of them. There was a tall man of fifty that had suffered a heart attack just days ago, and there was a woman standing at the edge that had been 93 years old. I remembered because the obituary had said she had died the very day of her birthday.
Fear was indeed taking over now, and I forced myself to say the only thing that would pop into my head.
"Hello?" I called out tentatively.
They showed no sign of having noticed me, and only stood together staring into the dark water of the pond. I ran back into the office and called 911. Even in my shocked state, I was aware enough to realize that explaining that the dead had risen from their graves probably wouldn't be the best idea. I told the operator that a few adults had broken into the cemetery.
Within 15 minutes, a single police car arrived and two young men stepped out of the vehicle. They drove around for a short while, and then walked the rest of the hills on foot?finding nothing of course. When they arrived back at the main office, they explained that there was no trace of anyone. They did however admit to seeing more than one trail of dirt leading down to the pond.
The next morning, I started to tell the other workers about what I had seen?and then thought better of it. Seeing five recently dead figures staring at their reflections in the middle of the night? I'll keep that to myself. I've thought of something better.
I work the night shift again tonight.
I'm going to grab a shovel and see for myself if those five are still where they should be.
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