I was told the sky here in New Sticklehaven was almost always clouded over, but on this day it seemed grayer than it had been before.
By time the serive was over, wind had started to pick up and a very faint shower began to fall, all sign pointing out the oncoming storm.
Not too long afterwards we were in the cemitary and the coffin was burried and kind words were being said. Once that was over, people started to ever so slowly trickle out to return to their homes. Eventually, only Blake, Treac, Cara, and myself were left standing there before the headstone.
Cara stood closer to it than the rest of us, her head bowed, eyes closed, and a sad expression on her face. The long, black coat she wore seemed out of place on her, and didn't seem to fit quite in with her usually cheerful demener. This Mr. Kalygway had really seemed ti mean something to her, back when he was alive that is, when he was her mentor.
We continued to stand there for another half hour, mainly waiting on Cara, who in turn seemed to ignore the growning signs of the worsening storm. It was then that the grounds keeper came and told us that it was time we returned to the inn.
"A fog's commin' offa' the sea," he said. "Around this time of year, ye really don't wanna be gein' caught in one during a storm. Easy to loose your way, ya'see?"
"Okay," I replied before going to Cara. "We have to be getting back, Cara. Ghe storm's going to be worse."
She didn't respond for the longest time, then nodded, turned and began walking back towards the gate after the grounds keeper. Blake and Treac followed her, and I came last, walking slowly over the grass.
It was just before I stepped through the gate that I felt it, a feeling almost like static, causing the hairs on teh back of my head to raise up. Turning around, I blinked.
'Funny,' I thought. 'I could have sworn that we were the last to leave.'
But there it was. Th dim figure of a woman, outlined almost unnaturaly by the growing fog. She wore a dark colored dress - which wasn't surprising seeing where we were - and a head-piece that matched it. Other than that I couldn't tell much about her, she was far enough away and standing in profile, staring down at the grave.
"Nigel? We have to go."
Turning, I found Blake had come back and was staring at me in a rather perplexed manner.
"What about her?" I asked.
"Cara's fine, not really speaking to anyone, but fine all the same."
"No, I didn't mean Cara. I meant her."
"Who?"
"Her, the woman standing over..." I've turned to point out where I'd seen the mysterious woman, but she'd gone. All that could be seen was the headstone as the fog enveloped it. My jaw dropped at that, uncertain of what was happening.
"Nigel, come on! Or we'll never be able to find our way back to the inn," Blake urged, tugging at my sleeve.
"Okay... yeah...."
I reluntantly allowed myself to be pulled through the gate by the Borgovia, every now and then casting glances over my shoulder, wondering if what I'd seen was real or not.
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In this book (don't know which it'll be ) Cara receives word that her mentor from when she first arrived in the ParaVerse had passed away. Nigel and friends come with her when she departs to New Sticklehaven - a small, seaside town that's on the edge of an area well known for its storms.
After the funeral, Nigel happens to see someone, someone he doesn't remember seeing during the service o.O
Got the idea after watching/reading 'The Woman in Black' a ghost story by Susan Hill. Drew it while watching this clip: [link]
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Nigel's looking back at seeing the woman standing over the grave. It's similar to what's in the book, but there are several differences, of which I can't go into too much detail; needless to say, I can tell you that the woman in this picture isn't a ghost.
also just curious do you take request?