Day 203

It shouldn't end this way, not like this.
You only came here to put some flowers on your uncle's grave.
How could you have known?

You couldn't.

To go back, it began when you walked into the graveyard.
It was one of those small ones, hidden away in a tiny village.
Your uncle loved history so it was only fitting that he be buried among it.

It was the kind of place you'd expect to see in a Dickens book.
All picturesque and slightly off-putting for some unnamed reason.
Finding your uncle's grave took you longer than you expected, it was tucked
away at the furthest end of the graveyard right down the bottom of the hill.

It was a steep trip down and you slipped several times on the worn, mossy steps.
His grave stood out among the others as some careless relative had used one of
those cookie-cutter white stone slabs that never seemed to fit in with dead places.

You knew it wasn't what he would have wanted but nevertheless you put the flowers
down and settled down on the damp grass to talk to him.
It was late afternoon by the time you felt done, having arrived just before eleven.

You decided to really look at the place on your way out, now that you knew where
your uncle was resting.
The other stones were that mossy, worn, plant covered kind of affair that everyone
associates with graveyards and classic movies.

Huh, it seemed like angel statues were popular among the locals, there was a cluster
of them further up the hill.
Thinking that maybe they were a family tradition, you went over to look.

There were six in total, each with a different appearance yet somehow all connected.
Their eyes were so realistic, you figured they were glass.
That was, until one of them blinked.

Startled you stumbled back, slipping over on the damp mossy floor.
Looking up at the, now towering, statues you see only five.
They are staring down at you and smiling.

Their smiles are not kind.

You rush as quickly as you can back to your car and in your haste you neglect to
notice that the boot of your car has been ripped off and the rear seats are also gone.
The car judders to life and as you look back up you see the five statues surrounding you.

To end with the present.
You glance in your rear-view mirror.

A grey face with bright eyes fills the view.

It shouldn't end like this.