The Grove- It’s So Cold

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“Joey!”

The dismal blackness that once took my vision completely melted away. Bright light and a thin canopy of lofty trees popped into my vision. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and scanned my surroundings. I was sitting in the middle of a large patch of grass which was surrounded by rows of granite and marble gravestones. Some where rounded, plaque like, square, cross-like, or even a statue of some sort. Some of the gravestones seemed more worn down than others. I stood up from the damp, dew covered grass and saw that I was wearing clothes that I have never worn before. Black jeans, tennis shoes, and a flannel with a white tank underneath.

It hit me… I was IN The Grove. The place that haunted me for over a decade. I was standing in the middle of The Grove in broad daylight. I was petrified; I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe.

“Joey! Joey! Joey…”

“Wh-wh-wha what? hm?”

“Joooooooooooeeeeeeeyyyyyyy….”

“Who… who’s there?”

“You know who I am, my pretty.”

“That voice…” There’s absolutely no way that it was her. The person who belonged to that voice was dead. Long, long dead.

“Mom?”

“Follow my vooooiiiiccceeeee…. I will guide you home.”

“What do you want from me?” I paused for a moment. “Hello?”

I got no response. Fuck! I don’t know where to go. I don’t know this part of the cemetery at all. I looked around and saw what looked to be a light in the shape of a candlelight flickering in the distance. I had no cell phone, no keys, no map, nothing. I was completely alone out here and I had to get out. I decided to go after the flickering light. I had absolutely nothing to lose.

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(The Grove series has finally returned =) More progress coming soon…)