The Story Of A Peculiar Girl: Chapter 7

                                               ~Chapter 7~       
                                         MYSTERY UNVEILED

Jay watched the Girl, transfixed, as she knelt at the foot of the grave, her unblinking gaze staring at the headstone.
The moonlight bleached her completely; her red lips the only hint of color on her otherwise shockingly pale face.
A sudden gust of wind blew through the graveyard, causing her hair to blow behind her eerily, like a cape. Her unmoving figure made for such an unearthly sight that Jay was half sure she'd disappear if he allowed himself to blink.
The trance was broken as the girl reached for something behind her. A bag. So that's what had given her the semblance of a hunched figure when draped in a stole, Jay thought.
The Girl pulled out what seemed like a piece of paper in the limited moonlight.
Jay waited for uncountable minutes, hardly moving a muscle, as the girl scribbled something on the paper, pausing every few minutes to think. Once, he thought he saw her shoulders quake and with a jolt wondered whether she was crying.
Finally,she stopped writing and reached inside her bag again.
A cloud moved to block the moon just then, engulfing the cemetery in darkness.
Jay didn't see the object she pulled out of the bag until the Girl started digging at the grave.

        

The Story Of A Peculiar Girl: Chapter 6

                                              ~Chapter 6~
                                         THE GRAVEYARD

Jay followed the hunched figure for what seemed like a very long time. As they proceeded through the trail, a sense of foreboding dawned upon him. Jay knew where this trail ended.
And it was quite literally the last place he wanted to be at midnight.
He weighed his options - to barge into a graveyard, following a potential serial killer; or to turn back and forget this mess. Some sane corner of his mind told him to flee before it was too late; whatever was going on wasn't any of his business.
But predictably, his curiosity won over sanity.
As the heavily bolted and rusted iron gates of the cemetery came into view, Jay felt a shiver run up his spine. Behind the door, the crooked head stones seemed to glow in the moonlight through the thick blanket of fog.
The hooded figure noiselessly unbolted the cemetery gates and , to Jay's relief, left them ajar as it proceeded to move in.
Jay followed the figure deep into the graveyard until he no longer could because of the lack of cover.
Finally, the figure came to a stop beside an ancient looking headstone, some 14 feet away from where Jay hid.
Kneeling at the foot of the grave, the figure removed the slole that covered him in a swift motion.
Jay did not realise he had been holding his breath till it was knocked out of him in a gasp as the mystery person's face came into view.
It was her - the Girl.

The Story Of A Peculiar Girl: Chapter 5

                                             ~Chapter 5~
                                       MYSTERY PERSON

Jay, in his shock, was left with just enough presence of mind to run behind the overgrown bushes and hide himself. He saw the running figure slow its pace , and as it approached closer, Jay recognized that it was beyond a doubt the same mystery person he had been spying on for 2 weeks now.
The eerie magnified shadow stretched out just in front of Jay. His heart was beating frantically, and every other sound was drowned beneath the loud thumping in his ears.
The figure that passed by Jay was not nearly as tall as he had imagined. Its back was hunched and draped in a black knitted stole. Jay couldn't discern the figure's face as it was covered in shadows, but his wild imagination produced many a gruesome faces to fit the bill.
As the figure vanished into the woods, Jay ran after him , without giving himself a chance to think about it.
Following the hunched figure was easy enough, as it seemed to be following a trail.
The difficult part, however, was trying to be discreet about it.
He had to walk slowly so as to avoid stepping onto any twigs or dry leaves and attracting any attention to himself. For all he knew, the mystery person was some kind of a crazy axe serial killer on his way to his bloody hideout.
Jay gulped at that thought nervously and tried to concentrate on walking silently.