Ghosts in the Graveyard
Ghosts in the Graveyard
By Nicholas Krabitz, Age 10
Westchester Elementary School
© 2021 by the author
Boom! Another good hit by Matthew!
Matthew is my best friend. He and his dad Scott have been a big help to me and my mom ever since my dad passed away last year. It was the fourth inning of another neighborhood baseball game. My turn up to bat and, next thing I know...BOOM! I hit the ball right into the graveyard across the street! My friends Noah, Kadeem, Hannalie, Cam, and Jackson all say I should go get the ball, but then I suggest we can all go get it, even Noah. Noah is so scared of graveyards, but even he said, “Let’s do it.”
We start to go in the graveyard. Kadeem goes in first and opens the gate. It opens with a creak. Then Cam says, “We should go in groups to find it,” and we all agreed. I go with Matthew, and we start to look around. It starts to get dark, and I call my friends to come back over.
Noah says, “Why do you need this ball anyway? You have us in this scary dark graveyard for a ball?!”
I reply, “It was my dad’s ball when he was little. It is the only thing I have left.” Right then, a shiver goes down my spine and I shake.
Matthew says, “Let’s keep looking.”
As the sun goes down, a grave stone catches my eye. It reads, “In loving memory of Nicholas Smith,” and I see he died when he was fifteen years old. It caught my eye because my name is Nicholas and I’m fifteen years old. He died twenty years ago. I call all my friends over to come see it. As soon as they came, my ball came rolling out of a bush and hit my foot. All of my friends gasped and ran away while I just froze, confused and worried. I pick up the ball and start to walk away as I start to say to myself, “Why and how did it roll back?”
I sprint home because I hear my mom calling “time for dinner,” but when I get home I can’t eat. My stomach feels like it’s in knots. I go right up to bed but it’s about 1:30 in the morning and I still can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about the kid Nick and my dad. It’s like they are in my head. My dad was so nice. He was a cop. He was working a night shift at the mall and when people showed up the next day to work they saw him dead. They never found who did it. It’s so hard not having any answers to who or why. My dad loved playing baseball with me and got me into it. He coached me in it and we ended of winning the whole season. That’s also when I met Matthew, and, ever since, we have been best friends.
Since I didn’t get a lot of sleep, I was up early for school. I decided to leave early so that on the way to school I could check out the graveyard. I felt the need to go and check on Nicholas’ grave. It was early so it was still a little dark. I brought the baseball with me. When I got there, I ran up to Nick’s grave stone and rolled the ball back in the bush to see if it would come back...and guess what? Ten seconds passed and it came back. I was even more confused and worried than before. I rolled it back and as soon as I did it rolled back right away. I don’t know why, but I rolled it back one more time and this time it does not come back. Instead, a tall dark figure appears out of the bush. He had no face and kept twitching his head. It sounded like he broke his jaw and it looked like it too. The cracking of his jaw sent shivers down my spine.
Somehow, I get the courage to ask him, “Who are you?”
He said “I’m Nicholas.” Nicholas from the grave! He’s a ghost! I wanted to run but I couldn’t, I was frozen. Then he said, “I need you to do something for me.
I said, “What?” in a shaking voice.
“I need you to bring someone to me named Scott. I need to kill him. He went to the school you go to twenty years ago. Bring him to me!”
I asked, “Why should I do that for you?”
“Well, if you do this for me, I will summon your dad from the grave. He will get to see you and talk to you once last time. I will also be keeping the ball until you bring me Scott’’ he said.”
“Why can’t you go get him?” I asked.
“Because I am dead, I can’t leave the graveyard” he answered.
I had to think fast...and I decided to do it. I just had to see my dad one more time, and I really treasured that ball. I ran to school as fast as I could because of what I saw.
When I got in class, I was the first one in. I said “Hi Ms. Miele.” She’s my teacher. She is so nice and is always up to help me with my work.
When my classmates came in, we started class. Hours and hours pass, and it is our last class — math. By that time, I am so tired I can’t keep my eyes open.
“Nick, you have to wake up,” said my teacher after I slept through my whole class. “You are going to have to stay after school today to make up your work” he said.
I apologized and said I would stay. That gave me an idea! When I’m stuck at school for detention, after everyone else leaves, I could try to look through old files for this Scott guy. So, I did my work fast and, when my teacher left, I went to look for the files to see what I could find.
In the room, I saw a big bin with a lot of files in it so I ran over to look inside. It was all old student files. I looked and looked, but didn’t know where to start. The first thing I did was look for the name Scott. There were thirty-seven Scott files in this bin! Then I looked at those thirty-seven files and looked for any that were from twenty years ago, and there was three of them.
As I read through them, I could not believe my eyes. I rubbed my eyes to see better but it was still there. SCOTT BERNARD! No way the ghost could be talking about this Scott. He’s my neighbor, Matthew’s dad! I knew he couldn’t want to kill him but as I read his file, I saw that he had intense bullying on a kid named Nicholas Smith. Oh no, maybe this IS the Scott the ghost wants to kill! I grabbed the file, threw the rest back in the bin, and ran out school.
I dashed to the graveyard to meet the ghost and he was just standing there. I ran up to him and gasped, “The deal is off!”
As I started to run away, he shouted, “Did you find Scott?”
“Yes, but I would never let you kill my neighbor Scott Bernard,” I said.
“Yes, Scott Bernard, that’s him,” he said while giggling evilly.
“Why would I ever help you kill him? He’s so nice!” I yell.
“Yeah, real nice” he said. “Your dad was killed by him. You see, when we were all little, me and your dad were best friends. We tried to act tough all the time so one day we beat up Scott in school to show off. Scott left school and killed me the next day because of what we did to him. Your dad moved away, but felt so guilty that I died that he named you after me. When your dad moved back to town, Scott tried to kill him and messed up but he tried again and succeeded. Now you know why I need to kill him.”
“What that can’t be true, he is so nice to me and my family” I said. I felt like I could barely talk, I was in pain.
“He just does that so you guys don’t find out” he said as he cracked his jaw.
I was so mad, but still thought he could be lying. Then I squealed out, “I will bring him to you on Saturday.”
I don’t even know why I said that it just came out through the pain. As I said that I started to run home crying and scared. “Why did I say that?” I repeated in my head. “I can’t do that to someone. Even if he is a killer, if I do that then I will be a killer, too.”
I felt like throwing up my lunch from school. My stomach was doing back flips. I must have been exhausted from not sleeping and I passed out as soon as I got home. I woke up to see 5:00 a.m. on my clock. That means it’s Friday. Only one more day until I have to help kill Mr. Scott.
When I was running to school I ran right past the graveyard. I could not even look at it. I thought I was in a dream...a nightmare.
When I got in my class, I could not concentrate on a thing except the ghost. It was haunting my mind. I kept hearing him say, “Kill him… kill him,” repeating in my head. I know I said I would help, but I can’t do that...but I have to before Mr. Scott kills someone else. I wanted to call the cops, but they would think that I’m crazy and take me away. I had to calm myself down because my teacher and class mates were asking me if I was ok, so I read my favorite book Space Invaders. It is a book about when space aliens invade a city. So I read it until my bus was called on the intercom.
When I got home, I went to Matthew’s house to see if I could talk to his dad about going to the graveyard. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. His dad answered. I wanted to punch him and run because he killed my father. He acts like he cares about me but he is just trying to replace the dad he took from me.
I took deep breath and I asked, “Can I talk to you at the graveyard about my dad?”
He said, “Why can’t we just talk about it right here?”
So I added, “Please, can we do it at the graveyard” and after a little convincing he agreed to meet me there tomorrow at 7:00 p.m. sharp. Great, another dark night in the graveyard! Mr. Scott went from my somewhat dad to a monster!
As I walk home all I can hear is the gargling of my stomach. I realize I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I go inside to eat a snack because dinner is in one hour and I’m starving! So I get some BBQ chips and watch TV. Then, out of nowhere, I feel normal again so I ask my mom if I can go outside. She said “Sure, but be back in a little while. Dinner is almost ready.” Before she could finish I was out the door.
I think you know where this is going. I run to the graveyard to tell the ghost I got it set up at 7:00 tomorrow night and to get ready to get revenge on Mr. Scott. When I was done telling him that, I ran home and ate my dinner which was homemade mac and cheese. Then I went up to bed.
I wake up the next day to see my mom sitting on the end of my bed crying. I asked her, “Why are you crying mom?”
She answered, “Your dad was so nice and I really miss him. I just wish the cops would find who did it because I always wonder if they are coming for us next.”
We sat quietly together, then she left my room. I got dressed and ran out the door to the graveyard, not to meet the ghost but to go to my dad’s gravestone. I sat there for one hour crying. I miss him so much. I then calmed myself down and went inside to see that it was 12:30 p.m. I’m not really hungry from being so sad and nervous, but I make a PB and J sandwich because I have to eat something.
When I finish, I go to wash the plate but the water did not come on. I tried all I sinks and baths nothing works, so I call my mom and ask her if she knows what is going on. She said, “Ever since your dad passed, I have been having trouble with the bills. I’m sorry but I think they turned our water off.”
I’m even more sad and mad now. I check the time and it says 3:40 p.m. It’s almost time.
My book should help distract me. I start reading and see that Mr. Scott is mowing his lawn. He waves at me but I pretend not to see him. I get lost in my book and realize that an hour has passed. I totally forget that my family is having “family dinner” at our house, and family just start arriving. I wasn’t in the mood to be social, so lucky for me my uncle got sick, my aunt had to stay home with him so only my grandpop and grandmom could come. By the time dinner ended, it was time, so I go ring Mr. Scott’s doorbell. He asks me, “I am almost ready Nick, but are you sure you don’t want to do it here?”
I tell him “I’m sure. I’ll be waiting for you on my porch.”
I sit on my porch for ten minutes, half focused half sick. My mind was wandering until he walked over and asked if I was ready. I say yes and we started to head towards the graveyard. Here we go. I start to ask him some questions about my dad, like about his work and stuff, and he answered them all with a “yes” or “no.”
As we got there, I opened the gate and headed towards Nick’s grave. Mr. Scott looked like he was scared of the grave or something. I look to the left and the ghost is there, staring at Mr. Scott with evil intentions. It was the scariest look I’ve ever seen and it made me back up from the grave. Without a sound, the ghost started to charge at Mr. Scott.
“Nooooooo…” I scream!
Now who is the ghost in the graveyard…