Safe Passage


With darkness falling earlier, I’m now taking my walks shortly after the sun has set. There is a small spot up the road from where I live that I like to drive to for these evening outings, as rarely am I ever disturbed by anyone.

It also helps that there is a small pioneer cemetery tucked back off the main roadway and very few people seem to remember or even know that it is there. And while I don’t usually walk through the hallowed ground, I can skirt it and enjoy it’s quietude all the same.

Hey, sometimes I freak myself out, so I find it much more manly to avoid the scare, then having to explain why I frightened myself.

Last night though was different. I could hear the voices of teen children echoing from someplace inside the cemetery grounds.

Worried that they might be vandalizing the remaining headstones and the still standing wooden markers, I quietly approached the voices. Three young girls were huddled together nervously giggling and talking, and obviously spooked about something.

“Hello,” I called.

They shrieked but remained where they were.

Again I called out, “Are you girls okay?”

“We’re too scared to continue through the cemetery,” one answered back.

“Okay,” I said as I continued towards them, “I’m right here and I’ll help you get out of here.”

As I came into their view they seemed quite relieved and rushed over to me. Each huddled against me as if I might be their great protector of the ‘things that go bump in the night.’

“It’s okay,” I said as I quickly found the narrow trial to the far side of the cemetery.

“Will you walk us the rest of the way home?” one of the girls asked.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” I answered.

“Why not?” asked another of the girls.

“Because this is as far as I can go,” I said.

“But we’re scared of the dark,” the third girl pleaded.

“So was I at one time,” I smiled, “Back when I was still alive and not trapped in this cemetery.”

Never had I seen three teens disappear into the night screaming like a trio of wild banshees before, but if you ever get the chance, let me tell you, it is well worth it. Doubt they’ll be visiting that cemetery at night again.

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