Chapter 2: The Graveyard of Lost Love

The two boys arrived at the graveyard with a pack of kids among Sara. They were all dressed in their costumes as they quickly walked through the arrays of headstones. Greg and Wirt followed the teenagers. The boys hid behind the tombstone labeled Quincy Endicott watching the teens tell a scary story while sitting in a circle.

"An-nd then, a gu-uy wi-ith an a-ax sho-owed up! An-nd then-n he ca-ame clo-oser . . . A-and cl-loser. . ." Jason Funderberker reached for Sara's and and laid it there for a few seconds.

"Uh, you can let go of my hand now," the black haired girl untangled her fingers from the boy.

"O-oh. . . Ye-e-ah-h," Jason Funderberker said disappointingly. Why? Why does Sara. . . Oh, Sara. . . why can't she. . . No! Jason Funderberker! He took her away! Sara was the only person who liked me! I'm not going to lose her! The gnome dressed boy jumped up from his hiding spot and said, "I have a story too, Jason Funderberker. I wa—"

"Hey what is going on here? Is this some kind of witches gathering? You're all under arrest!" a manley voice sounded from the speakers on a police car pulling up before the teens.

"Run!" cried one of Sara's friends already turning around.

"Hey, hey! I was just kidding!" insisted the policeman inside the car, "You're going to trip or something!"

The children sprinted the away from the police. Wirt and Greg soon came upon a large brick wall that blocked their escape route.

"This is private property!" informed the police. The brothers searched the area with wild eyes frantically looking around for an escape route, but all there was was a tree next to the wall that was large enough to hang over. Wirt grabbed Greg's hand, scrambled up the towering tree, and hopped onto the garden wall.

"Hey, get down from there!" ordered the policemen, but the brothers sat there for a little while with Wirt gazing upon Sara on the other side holding the tape.

"I can't let Jason Funderberker have Sara! They can't listen it!" Wirt cried while Grabbing Greg by his shirt and jumped over the garden wall.

"No, not that way!" ordered the police. The brother's landed on the soil with a thud making the pebbles bounce. To the right was a broad train track running into the curved horizon. There was a shimmering pond further down with white swans.

Wirt and Gregory whipped their heads around frantically looking for Sara. Wiry spotted the clown dressed girl a couple hundred feet away from them and they rushed to her side.

"Sara, are you okay? Are you hurt?" asked Greg dusting off his kettle.

"Yeah. What about you Wirt? But where did th—," she got cut off by the sound of a train in the distance gradually getting louder by the second. The locomotive's light were two orbs side by side getting bigger and bigger.

"Get out of the way!" Greg yelled and pushed Sara and Wirt off of the train track they were standing on. They started to roll down the hill getting scraped and bumped of every pebble and buch. All that Wirt knew was that his brother was still up there and nowhere to be found. Am I really going to die like this? I didn't even get to tell Sara ab— Little Wirt got cut off by water filling his lungs, vision getting blurry, and blacking out going into the unknown.


Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one is going to be much longer. Leave a Lucky review! :D Thank you!