Night Shift
It was getting late and because of the recent spate of vandalism I was making my final rounds of the cemetery, as I did every night, before locking the front gates. There was only a couple more rows of headstones to check yet as I turned the corner I saw her.
She looked young, no more than in her mid-twenties at a guess, had long blonde hair and was wearing a dark, sleeveless, dress and was just sitting there with two lanterns, one either side of her, lighting a headstone in front of her. As much as I did not want to disturb her, as her head was bowed like she was paying her respects, I had to get the cemetery locked up.
Out of respect I decided to leave her for a few minutes and finish off my rounds, hoping by the time I got back she would be gone but when I returned, twenty minutes later, she was still there.
“Excuse me Miss,” I whispered softly, not wanting to scare her. “I’m sorry to disturb you but I have to lock up for the night.”
The woman did not reply instead she just turned to look at me and, as she did, I could see her make-up smeared through tears.
“I’m so sorry, Miss.”
“It’s okay I shouldn’t be here anyway.” she replied. “Would you be able to do something for me though?”
“Sure, if I can. What would you like me to do?”
“Can you please find out who killed me?” She asked, before touching the headstone in front of her and fading away.
©JSMorbius
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