A Silent Scream

 The woman paced down the aisle of the grassy hill lined by the graves of her loved ones. As she looked at the engravings on the stones, she remembered the days that each tomb was chiseled with it's eternal name. She continued walking along and paused at one particular head stone. It seemed familiar to her for some odd reason. She couldn't recall the name in any person she might have known though her long life. But somewhere in her frail and worn bones, the name echoed with some sort of power that seemed to almost overcome her.

 Maybe it was the way the words were carved into the granite. Maybe it was the size and shape of the whole thing that seemed almost too plain for a grave site. Or maybe, just maybe it seemed to be beckoning her to the bones which peacefully lay beneath her feet as she stood there. But either way there was something. Something, she thought about it for quite sometime, repeating the haunting name over and over. As if it had some deeper meaning than when simply glanced at.

 Dusk was coming, and a breeze blew. And as an awakening to the woman, she realized the meaning behind the name. She began to realize why it had been calling her. She began to turn white, the sun creeping behind the hill casting shadows on the weather worn stones. Which gave such a feeling of loneliness cast upon the woman's mind. Her eyes widened and she gave a shriek. Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing.

 The name! It was him. The man who had so often stalked the woman in her youth, that even the fear of his spirit seemed to be crawling up to the woman. As a hand being reached out to grab this woman to posses her soul. Yet she could not move. Only her screams would be admitted to come out of this woman. She tried to step back and stumbled over a grave stone behind her.She fell six feet down into the cold dirt of the soil inside the hill. Trapped inside a newly dug grave.

 She tried to move, but her bones were broken. She tried to scream, but her ribs had punctured her lungs. With the large hole in her lungs consuming her air supply, the grave seemed to be consuming her soul. The walls were enclosing around her. The sun's light was fading. And maybe because of her eminent passing soul into her unpredicted end, she could see the eyes of a man. That same man from the same grave.

"Don't scream. I knew I would have you from the first day I laid eyes on you... I knew you would be the victim who wouldn't scream."