The photo she held in her hand spoke of simpler times, now long gone. She put the picture back in the old photo album.
“But you know he’s gone now?” She dried a tear from her eyes.
“ I know, but look you can’t blame yourself, You didn’t know.”
“I know, But still…”
“Still Nothing. He did what he wanted to do. And it cost him…”
“It cost us too.”
“Yes, it did. But way past time to move on. It’s been what? Twenty years?
“At least.”
“So bury his memory. He has been in the ground long enough to let go.”
“Yess… Your right. But I want to see him one more time..”
“You know you can’t do that?”
“Yes, I can. Meet me at this grave tonight. At midnight, I’m going to ask him one last question.”
“You… know how dangerous that is?”
“Yes. But Have to, or I’ll never be able to let him go and move on.”
At quarter midnight they were at his grave. The moon was in its full glory giving them plenty of light to see by. So they didn’t need the flashlights they’d brought.
It had been decades since they’d raised a spirit from the dead. He’d almost forgotten how.
But it all came back to him.
They stood over his grave and recited the chants that they’d swore they’d never use again. Soon cloud formed from the clear sky, and a bolt of light came from the south. It ran directly into the ground in front of them. And a voice was heard. It seemed to be coming from the stone at their feet.
“You woke me up. Why?” They recognized that voice. It was him.
She spoke quietly. “I had to know… What did you do it?”
The headstone spoke again.
“It was either that or I kill you, Perhaps you should join me..”
“But you know he’s gone now?” She dried a tear from her eyes.
“ I know, but look you can’t blame yourself, You didn’t know.”
“I know, But still…”
“Still Nothing. He did what he wanted to do. And it cost him…”
“It cost us too.”
“Yes, it did. But way past time to move on. It’s been what? Twenty years?
“At least.”
“So bury his memory. He has been in the ground long enough to let go.”
“Yess… Your right. But I want to see him one more time..”
“You know you can’t do that?”
“Yes, I can. Meet me at this grave tonight. At midnight, I’m going to ask him one last question.”
“You… know how dangerous that is?”
“Yes. But Have to, or I’ll never be able to let him go and move on.”
At quarter midnight they were at his grave. The moon was in its full glory giving them plenty of light to see by. So they didn’t need the flashlights they’d brought.
It had been decades since they’d raised a spirit from the dead. He’d almost forgotten how.
But it all came back to him.
They stood over his grave and recited the chants that they’d swore they’d never use again. Soon cloud formed from the clear sky, and a bolt of light came from the south. It ran directly into the ground in front of them. And a voice was heard. It seemed to be coming from the stone at their feet.
“You woke me up. Why?” They recognized that voice. It was him.
She spoke quietly. “I had to know… What did you do it?”
The headstone spoke again.
“It was either that or I kill you, Perhaps you should join me..”
