“Among the Dead”

by Breindel Weaver

I stepped off of the school bus slowly taking every detail in. I was very nervous, for we were at the town cemetery. Apparently, on this field trip we were going to learn about past soldiers that were in the civil war. I don’t know about you, but cemeteries creep me out. All of my classmates were trying to scare each other by telling each other that the dead would come for us if we stepped onto their grave.

“Grab a pencil and a sheet of paper to take notes on.” My teacher, Ms. Ann, said as we all set our stuff down.

After we had all of our supplies our teacher started to inform us on the history of our town in the civil war. After, that we had to go around and look at peoples graves. I saw a newborn baby’s grave which made me sad and scared at the same time. Then, an annoying boy in my class, Billy , shoved me and I fell onto the baby’s grave. Billy laughed and strutted away as I scrambled to get off the grave. The baby’s grave was the last grave to look at, so we all started to hand in our notes. I started to walk towards Ms. Ann, but I realized I dropped my note sheet when Billy pushed me. I ran over to the baby grave, but my note sheet wasn’t there. I looked all over for it and then I realized that my class was gone.

I started running, but when I got to the edge of the cemetery, the school bus was already gone along with my classmates. I tried to calm down as I paced around the cemetery, but then I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck. I cautiously looked behind me, but no one was there. I then tripped and fell into a deep, dark hole. The hole was so deep, I realized that it must be a grave. I then again felt the breath again on my neck, and I screamed for help.

However, all I could hear was the echo of my voice screaming,“Help, Help, Help.”

I then felt a small hand grab my ankle and trip me. I fell and looked around me and saw a newborn baby standing there.

It was cackling and saying, “I will never be alone again, I will never be alone again.”

I started screaming and crying as the baby crawled towards me. I tried to scale the walls of the grave, but it was no use. Then, I looked up and there was Billy.

“Help me.” I screamed.

“Why would I help you,” Billy said, “When I was the one who pushed you onto this grave. Goodbye, for you will be stuck here forever.”

After that comment Billy started to bury me in the grave as the baby cackled, “Never, ever alone again.”

From that moment on I was living among the dead for the rest of my life.