The Shovel in the Cemetery
A Halloween tale
Stanley woke up to the sensation of being dragged. He was groggy and was having trouble focusing on who or what was pulling him along. The only thing Stanley could make out was the thing was huge and dark.
Stanley tried to remember what had happened and what was happening to him. He was powerless and could not move. He felt as if he had no arms or legs. As his head scraped along the ground, his memory started to return.
He was in the store when he was grabbed by the figure. He vaguely remembers being grabbed, leaving the store, and being thrown into the trunk of a car.
Stanley slowly regained awareness and realized that he was being taken through a gate. He tried to scream, but his voice was gone. Where are you taking me?
He realized, as he started seeing the tombstones, where he was. OMG, I am in the cemetery. WHY AM I HEAR? As he struggled to move and tried to scream, the figure stopped and threw him to the ground.
Stanley was terrified. Why was he brought here? Was he going to die alone in a dark graveyard? At that point, the dark figure pulled on a pair of stained and worn gloves. He felt weightless as he was lifted into the air. He wanted to plead, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME! But the words did not come.
He felt the first blow as the figure shoved his head into the moist dirt. The pain shot throughout Stanley’s body; he had never felt something so horrible before.
The figure continued to batter Stanley, slamming his head into the dirt over and over. He felt the snap; his neck had broken. He felt the sensation as his head separated from his neck and fell to the ground.
He thought he heard the figure say something as the world grew dark.
As the worker broke the shovel and threw it down, he cursed and mumbled about having to go back to the store.






