A Easter Story!I remember one Easter when the adults were hiding the eggs in my Aunts back yard, my cousin , grandmother and I were in a back room. I remember that she would sit us down on the floor around her and tell us fiction stories when that had "happened" to her when she was about 13-14 in Germany. This is how the story goes…As me and my cousin sat down on the rug and we looked up at my grandmother that was looking out of the window deep in thought thinking for a story to tell us as the parents and relatives hid the eggs in the back yard, my grandmother started the story. "it was about December 1948 me and my friends were walking in the graveyard, one of my friend that was a real smart a** me and the others really didn't like him vary much, but we brought him along just hoping that something strange was going to happen to freak him out." my grandmother smiled and looked at us then started again."we walked about a hour before are wish came true." she had said then sat back in the arm chair that she was sitting in. "there was a dead body, bloody and cold, I was the 1st one to see the body I dared all of my friends to poke the dead body with a stick everyone said no but the one smart kid he said 'oh I will do it, its dead what is it going to do to me .'" My Grandmother just closed her eyes thinking how to end the story when she opened her eyes me and my cousin was wide eyed wanting to know what had happened next in the story. "so he grabbed the stick from the ground and walked to the dead body." grandmas voice got real low and quiet. "and he walked closer and closer to the body he started to poke it at first nothing happened but then the body started to growl as if it was alive. All of my friends ran away after that I stood there in to scared to do anything." Grandmas voice got louder as me and my cousin's eyes got wider and wider deep in to the spoke again "the bodies eyes fluttered open and growled at the boy that had poked him in the stick that's when I ran leaving the boy behind I ran faster an faster shouting at the top of my lungs. I herd the boy scream for help, but I guess it was too late, because when I found my way out of the graveyard and returned to my friends, we never saw the boy again, but we had always went back to the graveyard thou and every time we had passed the spot ware the boy was killed." she looked out the window for a second then back at us her voice low "every time he passed that grave we would here growling just like the bloody body had growled and then a small whisper just faint enough that we could here 'why did you do this to me?'" Grandma stopped the story there as someone came and told us that there were ready for us. We had a good time till we had to go to bed…