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The cab ride to the graveyard was silent, but not the uncomfortable silence.

It was only awkward when the cab driver looked and saw me wearing an 1800s period dress, giving me a questioning look. I explained that I was an independent model and my boss hired me to do a haunted 1800s piece.

Thankfully he bought it, and no more questions were asked.

I clutched my purse, a little bit nervous about how this may pan out. Dean gave me some Holy Water like he promised along with a bag full of salt, "Just in case."

I also kept going back to what Sam said about the photo. The power this spirit may hold even in pictures got me a little concerned. I've heard of cases where pictures or paintings were haunted and put a curse on those who dared to cross paths with it, but from what I saw, Sam didn't feel threatened or that uncomfortable with the picture. He looked genuinely sad, like he was looking at the grave of someone he loved.

My phone suddenly buzzed, and I saw I had a text from Sam.

We're getting the information needed for this case and should be at the motel soon. Let us know when your finished so we can pick you up.

I texted a "thanks" and put my phone away.

God, I hope nothing goes south.

The sky got a bit darker by the time I reached the graveyard. I thank the cab driver and tried to pay for my ride, but he said that the ride was already paid for.

Damnit Sam and Dean.

They really need to be careful on how they use those fake credit cards.

I took out the map of the graveyard that thankfully was available online and started to open my mind up. I wanted to see what I was dealing with first.

An overwhelming feeling of sadness overtook me, but thankfully it wasn't anything serious. I couldn't trace any dark entities or something that was considered a threat, so that definitely made this job easier.

I started to sense some spirits try and talk to me, making my head feel like it was about to split in half.

Guys, stop it, I said to them, I'm here to help someone and you ambushing me is causing me some pain.

The migraine slowly started to go away as the feeling of being ambushed went away, too. One spirit in particular, I swear I heard them tell everyone to back off a bit.

Some spirits know they are dead and that some humans can communicate with the living. While I do get so many who try to talk to me, once in a while I'll come across a spirit who will protect me and tell the others to calm down.

After a few more minutes of walking, I was able to find the statue. It wasn't hard to find as it was looking right across the river and there were other statues surrounding the area.

I checked my phone's clock.

9:30 pm.

I wasn't sure when Mary was going to show up but spirits were most active when it was dark. Sometimes the evil spirits would not come out at 3 am, also known as the Witching Hour (though that's been a debate for a very long time as some people believe the Witching Hour was around midnight).

Either way, I hoped Mary came out sooner than expected.

However, I was soon approached by a very insistant spirit who wanted to talk to me. My headache started to come back and I felt a sense of not being alone.

When I deemed this spirit to be safe, I gave it permission to speak to me.

I saw what looked like a man who also wore 1800s clothing. His head was tilted to the side as if he was trying to figure out who I was.

You wish to speak to me? I said to them.

The spirit slowly nodded. He then pointed to the statue and used his other hand to gesture to me to come over.

I followed him to the statue and he looked at it before looking back at me. He then pointed at me.

She's stuck, he said.

Does she know? I asked.

The spirit shook his head.

Many people come here. No one tried to stop her, he said.

Before I can ask more questions, the spirit vanished. I wondered what he meant by "no one tried to stop her."

Maybe she's trapped in this loop...crying for help? The spirit said that she was not aware that she is dead and I believe that, but maybe some kind of subconscious thing knew she was dead and it was crying out for help. However, how can I speak to her to get her to not walk in the river?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a woman crying. I looked up to the statue and saw blood on the eyes that dripped down onto the hands. An overwhelming sense of sadness took hold of me and I felt tears streaming down my face. I did what I could to block it out but I couldn't do it fully as it would've blocked the spirit out as well.

Pretty soon, a figure came out of the statue, wearing a gown. Her face looked worn down, as if she has been crying for years. It also looked like she was dripping wet from the countless times she walked into the lake.

She began to walk to the lake but I quickly shouted at her.

Miss?

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around to me. She looked surprised to see someone else there but she almost looked like she was...relieved?

Hello, she said, Do...do I know you?

No. I was here visiting my husband's grave. Today was our anniversary so...I thought I would pay him a visit.

This wasn't the first time I told a white lie to a spirit like this. I can't tell you how many backstories I have made. It would be enough to create a whole universe.

Oh, she said, I had a love once...he left me for someone else.

I scoffed. Men...

Coming from someone who had a happy marriage, she said.

Yeah, well, I think many of us have been disappointed by them once in a while. My husband...he was different.

He was no different. They're all the same, the spirit said with spite.

Yeah...well look. Why don't we take a walk for a bit? I know we don't know each other well but...I think maybe a little stroll will help.

She looked at me strangely, wondering if I could be trusted. Once she realized that I was trustworthy, she nodded.

The stroll wasn't too long, thankfully, but I wasn't sure when Mary was going to disappear and get back into the loop. How I was going to let her soul be free, I wasn't sure. I was scared to show her the grave but I knew that would be the only way for her to accept the fact that she was dead.

It still felt cruel. These were once living, breathing human beings.

Mary...would you like to see my husband's grave?

She just nodded. After she told me what happened with her lover, she got quiet. I heard her begin to weep a bit which is why I asked her if she wanted to see my "husband's" grave.

I didn't know how much time I had left.

We walked back over to her grave and she gave me a confused look, wondering why we were back to the place where we met. As I approached her, she noticed the statue.

There's...there's blood...statue is crying blood, she said.

I know, I said, Mary, there's something important you need to see.

Wha-what?

We stopped in front of the statue. I held her hand as she continued to look confused.

Mary...what's the last thing you remember? I said.

Um...I was on a bridge, she said, I...I was crying. I was looking a bit over the edge...and that's all I remember.

Do you know what happened after that? I asked.

She shook her head, looking both confused and scared.

Here comes the hard part.

Mary...look below the statue. There's some writing on it, I said.

Her eyes grew wide and she slowly began to turn around. She studied the statue and looked at the now dried up blood on the hands and eyes. She then bent down to take a closer look at the grave to see the writings.

There was a moment of silence before I felt Mary's mood change. She went from confused and concerned to distressed. I had to contain myself as I know I would start crying.

No...no no. This isn't real. This is a dream, she said through her cries.

I approached her and put my hand on her shoulder.

No, Mary. This is real. I'm really sorry, but you've been trapped her for many years, I said.

She looked at me with tears streaming down her face and stood up, making eye contact with me.

Are...are you God or...death, she said.

I shook my head and gave her a weak smile. No. I'm a living person. I can see and talk to those who have passed on.

How long have I been here, she asked.

Well...you passed in the late 1800s...Mary, we're in the early 2000s now. It's been almost 200 years since you've been trapped in this loop.

Her feeling of denial was replaced with shock. She looked back at her grave as if she was double checking to make sure that her name was actually marked.

So...the bridge...did I... she said.

I nodded. Yes. Unfortunately, you didn't make it. You spent those years trapped here.

But...but why? Is there no heaven? she said.

The way you died...you never got the closure you so rightfully deserved, I said, I came here to help guide you on the right path.

You mean...you're going to send me to heaven? she asked.

No. That's something only you can do, I said, But you need to accept this. I've shown you what happened to help give you the closure, but the rest is up to you.

A small light began to light up the sky a bit. Mary looked at it as did I. A feeling of peacefulness began to overcome me as I looked at the light.

Mary looked back at me. I'm...I'm scared, she said.

I took both of her hands into my hands, trying to provide the comfort. I know you're scared, I said, We're all scared to leave this world. However, there isn't anything for you here anymore. You need to be in a place where you will have peace, where you will continue to prosper.

Mary looked at me through her tears and turned back to the light. I suddenly heard people calling out to her.

It was her family.

She looked back at me and smiled. That's when I knew she was finally accepting her fate and she was ready to move on.

She gave me a nod before she pulled me in to an embrace.

Thank you, Sarah.

As she let go she gave me one last smile before walking slowly but directly into the light. Soon, the light scooped Mary up and she vanished alongside it.

The feelings of peacefulness went away and I shut my mind off for a bit to avoide getting contacted by other spirits. I looked over to Mary's statue and saw that the blood was gone.

The statue was also smiling, as if saying one final goodbye and letting us know that she's in a better place.

I looked back up at the sky, and the moon was out, casting a perfect reflection on to the lake. I took out my phone and texted Sam.

The spirit is at peace now. I'm ready to be picked up.