Harding's Memorials: A Short Story
“Hey get off our field,” the River Valley kid said. “Oh s•••,” yelled brad, my bestest of friends. At first, we didn’t run. We stayed put thinking that we could scare them off. That was until another car pulled up, and about five more guys hopped out.
Once they were all grouped together, Fritz decided to yell “come get us,” out of nowhere. Quickly realizing his mistake, he took of dashing. Lucky for him he was quicker than anyone we knew. Our legs were moving faster than we had ever experienced before. Cutting across the boulevard and onto the other side of the park. Not looking back until after we crossed the boulevard. When I first looked back I didn’t notice them, but then I saw the first of them appear. We had gained major yardage, due …show more content…
to the stereotypical large, strong, slow bodies of a River Valley kid. Across the boulevard with ground on the kids, we took a pause and made a plan.
We would cut even farther towards downtown to the north. When we got near King ave we would quickly cut through Dr. Wink’s and into my backyard. There was one down side though. We’d have to run through the cemetery.
The St. Mary’s cemetery is as long as the eye can see. It is mainly dominated by president Harding’s memorial, and a few other larger graves. Despite the breathtaking views of the memorial, many people are scared to go through the graveyard. These people believe many stories of paranormal activity around an assortment of graves. Most infamously the Merchant Ball. Growing up all of my friends older siblings passed down stories of this ball, many exaggerated. Even though it seems to be a false theory, the ball has been proven to move about 2 inches a year.
We continued to run through the cemetery, remembering to remain peaceful in respect of those who lie 6 feet under. Passing many graves, some covered in moss, some grand, some small. We ran until we came up to the Merchant Ball. Of course we tried to stay as far away from the ball as possible, but since we were in such a rush, it was the only way to get back to Johnny’s without getting the kids catching up. I slowed down and remained as quiet as possible, trying not to startle any imaginable spirits. When we past and thought we were clear of the danger, Bill who was the slowest, and had caught up to us, stopped suddenly in his
tracks.
“The ball moved... the ball just moved,” I looked back very skeptical at what Bill had just said. However when I looked at his face, I knew he wasn’t kidding. His face was red as blood, and his eyes were staring at the ball. Knowing that we had to keep running, we took one last look at the ball and ran.
After we got out of the graveyard, we looked back and the River Valley kids were nowhere to be seen. Finally, away from them we could walk, and try to figure out what Bill had just seen.
He said, “it moved for about 2 seconds, very slowly, but was silent.”
Johnny said, “I don’t know Bill as a liar so I believe him.” We all agreed with him.
“I also am not lying when I say that I’m never going back in there again,” said Fritz. Once again we were all in agreement. Agreement that we would never go near that Insidious ball again.
Once they were all grouped together, Fritz decided to yell “come get us,” out of nowhere. Quickly realizing his mistake, he took of dashing. Lucky for him he was quicker than anyone we knew. Our legs were moving faster than we had ever experienced before. Cutting across the boulevard and onto the other side of the park. Not looking back until after we crossed the boulevard. When I first looked back I didn’t notice them, but then I saw the first of them appear. We had gained major yardage, due …show more content…
to the stereotypical large, strong, slow bodies of a River Valley kid. Across the boulevard with ground on the kids, we took a pause and made a plan.
We would cut even farther towards downtown to the north. When we got near King ave we would quickly cut through Dr. Wink’s and into my backyard. There was one down side though. We’d have to run through the cemetery.
The St. Mary’s cemetery is as long as the eye can see. It is mainly dominated by president Harding’s memorial, and a few other larger graves. Despite the breathtaking views of the memorial, many people are scared to go through the graveyard. These people believe many stories of paranormal activity around an assortment of graves. Most infamously the Merchant Ball. Growing up all of my friends older siblings passed down stories of this ball, many exaggerated. Even though it seems to be a false theory, the ball has been proven to move about 2 inches a year.
We continued to run through the cemetery, remembering to remain peaceful in respect of those who lie 6 feet under. Passing many graves, some covered in moss, some grand, some small. We ran until we came up to the Merchant Ball. Of course we tried to stay as far away from the ball as possible, but since we were in such a rush, it was the only way to get back to Johnny’s without getting the kids catching up. I slowed down and remained as quiet as possible, trying not to startle any imaginable spirits. When we past and thought we were clear of the danger, Bill who was the slowest, and had caught up to us, stopped suddenly in his
tracks.
“The ball moved... the ball just moved,” I looked back very skeptical at what Bill had just said. However when I looked at his face, I knew he wasn’t kidding. His face was red as blood, and his eyes were staring at the ball. Knowing that we had to keep running, we took one last look at the ball and ran.
After we got out of the graveyard, we looked back and the River Valley kids were nowhere to be seen. Finally, away from them we could walk, and try to figure out what Bill had just seen.
He said, “it moved for about 2 seconds, very slowly, but was silent.”
Johnny said, “I don’t know Bill as a liar so I believe him.” We all agreed with him.
“I also am not lying when I say that I’m never going back in there again,” said Fritz. Once again we were all in agreement. Agreement that we would never go near that Insidious ball again.