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Here's my third Halloween story. I wasn't feeling very inspired this week, so it's not very long, but here it is. Alice wandered through the streets of her tiny hometown. Just when would she get to leave? College seemed so far, even though it was only three years away and then she’d be off at art school in London having the time of her life. She sat down on a bench near the graveyard to sketch, and she was soon joined by an old lady who seemed to have nothing better to do than to sit and stare out at the graveyard with a silly expression on her face. Alice blasted music through her headphones and tried to ignore her. Suddenly, there came the sounds of footsteps. Alice looked around and saw no one but the old lady, who looked very surprised. “Ah- you heard that too?” she asked the grey-haired woman next ot her. “Heard what, the footsteps?” was the response. “Yeah, I heard it. Didn’t know there was another one today. God know this town’s had enough fairy funerals.” “Fairy funerals?” said Alice. Before she could get a response, there came sounds of crying added on to the footsteps. A procession was emerging from over the cemetery hill. Two men dressed very oddly- almost victorian- carried a coffin. But something was wrong. The wood of the coffin was old and rotting. More people follwed behind them, mostly women and a few men dressed in the same strange attire as the coffin carriers. A few of the women were crying, but all their faces were void of emotion. It really was a very creepy sight. It was an open casket, but Alice couldn’t see who was being buried. She leaned forward to try and peer in, but the old lady's wrinkled hand slapped over her eyes before she could get a good look. “What the hell?” she said. “Don’t speak to me like that, young lady,” snapped the woman. “I was protecting you.” “Protecting me from what?” “From dying!” “Oh, yeah, becuase looking at a corpse would have made me drop dead on the stop.” “Yes, it would!” “How do you know?” “Cause it’s a fairy funeral!” cried the lady. “Would you care to explain what that is?” “Tch,” she tutted. “Fifteen years old and doesn’t even know what a fairy funeral is. Who raised you?” “Um-” “Only a few people can see them. They represent death.” “That’s it?” “Yep.” “Well, then, who’s going to die?” “Probably me.” “What?” “Yeah, well, since you’re young and you can see ‘em and now you know what they are, there’s no need for me to be around anymore. Say your goodbyes, I suppose.” Alice bit her lip. As annoying as the old lady was, she didn’t exactly want her to die. She was about to say something when the woman interrupted her. “There’s nothing you can do! As so as they drop the casket, I’ll drop dead, and then you gotta run.” “Why?” “Cause it’ll look suspicious, that’s why!” Alice refocused on the events unfolding inside the graveyard. Sure enough, the carriers were about to drop the coffin in. “Goodbye, cruel world,” said the old woman, then burst out laughing. Suddenly, she stopped. Alice ran. EPILOGUE “Awh, look at that- some poor old lady died the other day. Shame,” said Alice’s mother over the breakfast table. Alice gobbled down her cereal and rushed out the door without saying anything. She ran down to the bench where she had met the old lady. Alice realized she never even knew her name. Where the fairy funeral had been there was now a fresh grave. Alice began to cry. FIN
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