Purge of the Vampires (Book 2): The Dead Never Die by Bajaña Edgar

Author:Bajaña, Edgar [Bajaña, Edgar]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror | Supernatural | Vampires
Publisher: EdgarBajana.com
Published: 2018-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

The Dead Never Forgot Us

We forget the dead. But, the dead never forget us.

The cemetery was on a large piece of land in the middle of Queens. A field covered with about three million headstones that ran along the Long Island Expressway. The sun descended in the east and the cemetery looked like a dark city in miniature made of stones and bones.

For more than two hours, Mary and her son circled around the perimeter of the cemetery.

Through a rusted black gate, she peered into the field of the dead, examining the different type of headstones that stood in crooked rows. The more ancient the stone, the more it shifted on the land and appeared out of place. And sometimes, the stones gave her ideas about where Joe might be buried. Maybe, she could touch each of the headstones, every single one of them. Until, she found the right one.

Some headstones were monumental and others were no bigger than a brick. The small ones were the kind of rocks that made her think of Joe. His grave was probably a thin one, like the ones out there with less than a couple inches between them. His name was probably scrawled on a throwaway brick in black marker. He was the kind of man that people never seemed to remember.

Mary's mind flashed with memories of him.

They kept popping up in her head. However, one moment stood out more than the others. It was the time when Joe proposed to her. He was smiling over one of her pictures and she accepted with a smile and nothing more.

Right after Joe slipped the engagement right on her finger. He told her, "and now your life will change forever." It was about a month after that, when Joe unexpectedly died. She never really understood how or why.

Mary stayed close to wall of the cemetery. At certain places, she pressed her body against it. Throughout the late afternoon, she felt around for the part that drew her the most. Some of the old stones along the wall felt more hollow than others, as if she could just push her way through to the other side. Everything she touched reminded her of him.

The last time she stepped inside this place was when they buried her mother. Now, the cemetery spoke to her. She hoped that it was Joe.

At the end, it wouldn't matter, though. Mary would end up trapped inside, without her even realizing it.

It would all happen over again. But this time, it would be worse.

It was an hour before the sun was going to go down. Mary and the boy walked back onto Queens Boulevard. Heavy traffic flowed, as they walked pass the last stretch of cemetery wall and headed toward the front gate. The boy hoped that the gates were closed and that they would pass by. There was still enough time to make it home before the night came.

A beam of cars headed up and down the boulevard of death, a nightmarish name on the tips of people's tongues and enshrined in ink by a local rag, the Queens Gazette.

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