Rockin' Around.......

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium

Rockin’ Around.....

Cheryl stood at the window, nervously chewing at her thumb nail. Something strange was going on out there – she could feel it. There was a tingling feeling, like electricity in the air, and she knew just where it was coming from. How could she convince her brother, Chad, to go with her, check it out. Without, that is, making him think she was crazy.

Chad,” Cheryl hoped she didn’t sound quite so wheedling to him as she did to herself, “Would you come for a walk with me?”

What, now? Do you know what time it is?”

Yeah, I know it’s almost midnight but......there’s something odd. I’ve got to go and look and I really don’t want to go alone.”

Chad studied his sister as she looked out of the window into the dark. He followed her gaze and could see nothing wrong; but then he couldn’t really see much at all. And she hadn’t said she could actually ‘see’ anything.

Okay. We’ll go for a midnight stroll if it will make you feel better. Where shall we go? Into town and back or.....”

To the cemetery!”

No hesitation there, then. No wonder she didn’t want to go alone. He was not easily creeped out but Chad had to admit he’d not be too happy traipsing around the grave-yard at midnight on his own.

Cheryl pulled her jacket on and tossed his to Chad. It was dry but windy, and it was going to be cold. She pulled on a woolly hat and her brother pulled up his hood. They pulled the door shut quietly behind them, not wanting to wake their parents up and have to try and explain, and Chad turned on his torch.

You’ll have to turn that off well before we get there. I’ve got this feeling that we’re going to have to be sneaky.”

Chad shrugged. “Fine. But we’re going to need it to get through the woods unless you want to take the long way round.”

The woods loomed ahead, an even blacker patch of blackness. But it was so much shorter; if they took the road they might be too late; whatever was bothering her might have been and gone before they even got there. The well-trampled path through the woods it would have to be.

Just be sure to turn it off well before we get there. Please!”

Sure!” His sister sure could be strange but there was no harm in humouring her.

It was strangely quiet in the woods. There was no rustling in the undergrowth, no owls, no bats. The only noise was the snapping of twigs beneath their feet.

Well before they made it to the road Cheryl motioned to Chad to turn off the torch. For a few moments they stayed still, dead still, to give their eyes a chance to adjust to the lack of light. And boy, was it dark. Towards the cemetery though, there seemed to be some kind of greenish glow. Not light exactly, but a definite change to the skyline.

Cheryl put her fingers to her lips and started to move forward, careful to make her steps as silent as possible. Chad followed. They were heading for the gate pillars which were big enough to give them some cover, should anyone be up to something no good inside there.

They could hear it, well before they could see anything. A rhythmic sound, not very tuneful but in some strange way so familiar. Voices....a bit croaky, definitely not in tune with each other. Cheryl, although nervous, scared of what she might see, picked up pace, moving carefully so that she remained hidden by the stone.

She peered around the edge and Chad peered just above her. Both gasped. They could have screamed, they could have laughed; instead they watched quietly, afraid that even the slightest sound would ruin the moment.

Two skeletons, nothing but bone, were dancing together. Jiving, if such a thing was possible. Both seemed to be ‘singing’ as were the six that sat and played various ‘instruments’. It was hard to make out the words but after a while it became clear: “Rockin’ around the cemetery, at the local grave-yard hop, these bones will keep on dancing, until they have to go and stop.....”

Chad and Cheryl exchanged glances. They stood and stared for an unknown time, watching the skeletons at their Christmas party. When things started to slow and the two dancers made their way towards a bunch of mistletoe, brother and sister decided to head off home.

Neither spoke as they walked wearily back through the woods. Chad did not turn on the torch until they were half way through the trees. “Did we really see that, Cher?”

Unless we shared the same bizarre dream, we must have done.”

Don’t tell anyone, okay.”

You must be kidding.” Cheryl smiled at her brother. “I mean no one would believe us, anyway.”

just quietly went back inside the house and in to their own rooms.

The following morning their Mom had the radio on when they went down for breakfast. They’d just begun to eat when the familiar tune begun to play. Cherly and Chad looked at each other and both burst out laughing.

Would you care to share the joke?” Their mother was clearly confused.

No, Mom. Just a silly thought, that’s all.” Cheryl said, and luckily her Mom said no more.

Submitted: December 13, 2017

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Mike S.

Spooky and excellent, Hull!

Wed, December 13th, 2017 7:42pm


Thanks, Mike. I was determined to get it done.

Wed, December 13th, 2017 12:11pm


Very well penned tale, Hully.

Wed, December 13th, 2017 8:06pm


Thanks for reading, jaylisbeth!

Wed, December 13th, 2017 12:13pm

Jeff Bezaire

Great story! Love the mood and the atmosphere you created - it read like a solid horror/thriller. You used all the right elements: the woods, the night, the single flashlight, and the absence of woodland creatures stirring. I really thought something horrible was going to happen! The buildup was tense. You really had me going! A kooky payoff in the end; definitely could not have predicted that, but it does make the story feel like an English folktale from the eighteenth/seventeenth centuries. The right amount of spooky with a good bit of dark humour. Nicely done!
Everyone deserves to celebrate the holidays, even the dead. I would have left before the skeletons started kissing under the mistletoe, too. lol
A creative, well written piece, Hully! Fantastic!

Wed, December 13th, 2017 8:55pm


Well, thank you so much for that, Jeff. I came up with the idea a few days ago and wanted to write it out before it disappeared into the mists of my mind, so to speak. Glad you enjoyed it!

Wed, December 13th, 2017 12:59pm

Sue Harris

'Rocking Around the Cemetery'... LOL!
A great light-hearted spooky tale Hully, loved it!

Wed, December 13th, 2017 10:27pm


Thanks, Sue. It took me a while to get it written; I'd told Mike a few days ago that I had a different 'Rockin' Around....' idea and I didn't want to put off writing it for too long.
Really glad you enjoyed it!

Wed, December 13th, 2017 2:31pm

Bert Broomberg

Great story. Funny too. I loved it.

Wed, December 13th, 2017 10:54pm


Thanks for that, Bert. I'm glad you enjoyed the read!

Thu, December 14th, 2017 12:50am

Adam L.

Eerie story. I enjoyed it very much.

Thu, December 14th, 2017 2:08pm


Thanks, Adam. My attempt at a darker kind of Christmas story, but I did try and lighten it up with some humor!

Thu, December 14th, 2017 11:16am

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