Graveyard Dare

         I am still trying to figure out how I was talked into this. I was sitting at home when my friend called me and gave me a dare to spend the night at the Colonial Park Cemetery. As I walked down the path I kept an eye out for police due to the fact the park is closed. As the night went on I found a secluded spot near a large tree and sat down. The night seemed to drag on until I heard humming coming down the path. I pulled my legs towards me to blend into the shadows better. But that made no difference the person stopped and turned to look at me. I could make out the person as a female with blonde hair. I stood up and smiled at her and she started to walk over to me. As she came closer I made out what she was wearing. It was a dress from the civil war era I guess she came from a costume party.

         “Hello what are you doing here?” she asked.
         “I am actually here on a dare, my name is John Graham.”
         “Where are my manners, I’m Sarah Jenkins. A grave yard of all places but who am I to say since I am here too.”

We walked and talked for a while. Sarah all of a sudden stooped and looked up at the sky. A panicked look came over her face, she turned to me.

         “I have to go. I should have been home awhile ago; my parents are going to be upset with me. Farewell.”
         “Goodbye, Will I see you again?” I questioned.
         “Maybe.” She replied.

I watched her walk briskly down the path until she was out of site. I turned to my left and bumped into a tombstone. I read the inscription and I could feel the blood drain from my face. The inscription said.

In memory of

Sarah Jenkins

Daughter of

Thomas and Alice Jenkins

She died

October 30th AD 1862

In the 15th year of her age