A B-grade story-
For the fifth time that night Philip thought he saw a figure in the gloomy distance.
If he stays in one spot it looks like a human standing or loitering, it could be smoking a cigarette or checking it’s watch. Whenever he decided to investigate it, it would transform into a bush or a monument.
Phil knows he is paranoid and he hates his shitty security job for exacerbating his thoughts. But it is the best paying job he has ever had and he wants to prove he wasn’t a bum. He didn’t have anyone to prove it too. His mum and Dad were dead and his brother Michael WAS a bum. If he had other family than Michael, he really doesn’t want to know about it. They weren’t there for him or Michael after the accident and in Phils eyes that was pretty unforgivable.
He’s 40 now and this will probably be the best job he will ever have, yep, security for a Church and Graveyard, not too shabby, worse jobs, even though graveyards give him the creeps.
There it is again!
Phil decides to ignore it and go the other way, to the rich part of the graveyard. No weird figures down there probably. He turns his head back and saw the figure was closer. He couldn’t make out what it was. This confuses him, his eyesight was usually pretty good and it was a full bloody moon! He ignores it again. Light trickery paired with the residual paranoia from previous heavy drug use can make life pretty scary if you let it.
Phil wishes he had a cigarette but knew he quit for a reason. He had realised he loved life and bungers were too expensive. He is saving for a house- or at least a deposit. He isn’t even close but knew he wasn’t gonna stop trying, to have a house for his brother, to nurse him back to health, that’s all he really wants.
He is almost amongst the upper echelons of graveyard society when he hears some creepy laughter… “oh mann, fuck this job.”
It sounds like a woman. He knew it is his duty to investigate, even though he really didn’t want to. He walks towards the laughter and sees a bit of light waving around, some kids were playing voodoo. Jesus Christ the Priest told him about this. “Graveyards aren’t that scary” with a smile that looked like it was put up with used blue tack. “Most of the time it’s just kids you have to deal with” (what do you mean most of the time?!), “Besides I always feel closer to god down here”.
“HEY KIDS SCRAM!” They all look over. One, a confident teenager, might as well be a woman in her thirties walks up to him seductively and says “don’t you wanna join us old man?” He wanted his job, he wanted them to leave. “No, I need you to leave”.
“We’ll give you this to leave us alone?” She opens her hand and $100 fall out onto the well-kept grass. He picks it up and walks way.
Out of eyesight, he heard a guttural scream.
He ran back.
There was nothing but a blood trail.
& a sound…
Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.