The Cemetery; The Caretaker

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The introduction: I'm Looking to self publish this via Amazon, it's being edited at present.


Confusion, Panic, Pain, Cold, Wet……………….

Where am I?

What’s happening?

Why am I lying in the mud?

Why am I naked?

These question pounded round and round in my head as the painic and fear in mymind grew. I was too close to the ground to be able to see anything, plus it was dark, so, so dark.

“Well, where is she,” Someone shouted!  (My panic rose, I knew that voice and it filled me with fear. But who is it and why do I know him?)

Someone mumbled a response.

“Well find her. She has broken feet, how can she have run away?"

More mumbles and then the voices began to move closers.

 I became aware of another voice, one much softer and calm. It sounded like he was inside my head. “Hush, lie still. Just a little longer”.

It was odd was strange, but somehow I knew I could trust him, but why? Who was he?

So many questions still flying round my head: Where was I? How did I get here? Why were the voices looking for me? How had my feet got broken?

The footsteps were getting softer so I assumed they were moving away from us. I felt strong arms picking me up, then a cape raping round me, and we moved off into the darkness, the rest is gone, so I assume I passed out.

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