Valentine’s Day, 2020, Bachelor’s Grove,
Cemetery, Midlothian, Illinois.
It was Valentine’s Day, 2020,
and a newlywed couple, George and Annabelle
Henderson were looking for something fun
to do for a special date for Valentine’s
Day. George wanted to take his new wife
to Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery, a cemetery
in Midlothian, Illinois, that had been rumored
to be haunted. Many ghost sightings had been
reported over the years, where two hundred
graves existed.
Nobody knew why it was called
Bachelor’s Grove. But when George was a
bachelor, he used to go there with all his
buddies and get drunk in the cemetery.
They never saw any ghosts, and they
would be drunk and laugh at the old
wives tales of the past.
Now that George was married,
his buddies had disappeared. But he
wanted to prove to his bride that
this was a safe place, and there
were no ghosts, so he could show
he was a man, and protect her.
But Annabelle really didn’t
want to go.
“Come on, George! This is
not romantic! This is actually scary!”
“Well, Annabelle, when
I married, you, I said till death do we part!
There is nothing to fear!
Annabelle sighed.
They got out of the car, and
it looked perfectly normal, whatever that
really means.
Now, George became the lecturer,
which was also annoying.
“This cemetery was built by English
settlers in 1835. There are only 200 graves.
There have been people who claimed to
see ghosts here, like a lot of people claim
they see a white lady ghost carrying a child
every time there is a full moon. And people
have claimed they’ve seen a white phantom
farmhouse appear. And the ghost of a dog
has appeared. The ghost of a farmer and
his plow horse is another thing people
claim to see. And a two-headed ghost
has also been reportedly seen. But
I think it’s ridiculous. My buddies
and I came here forever, and we
never saw any ghosts. Frankly,
I think it’s all a joke!”
“George, I want to go home!”
“We can go home, I just wanted
to prove to you there are no such thing
as ghosts.”
Suddenly, Annabelle screamed.
In the middle of the cemetery,
was the ghostly appearance of a
phantom farmhouse.
“Look, George!”
George turned around, and saw
the farmhouse. Then, the ghost of a
farmer and a horse came by, and
they were laughing hysterically.
Then a woman ghost with
a child appeared. The child was
screaming, “Mother!”
“George, let’s get out of here!”
“Good idea!” George gasped.
Annabelle started running to the car,
faster than George. George tripped over a
tombstone, and the ground caved in. His
foot got caught in the ground, and a skeletal
hand reached out from the grave and grabbed
his leg!
“Annabelle, help me!” George screamed.
Annabelle came back, and began to beat
the skeletal hand with the tombstone. The
tombstone shattered, and the skeletal hand
shattered into individual digits.
George pulled his leg out of the hole,
and the skeletal fingers were sliding across
the grass towards him.
Annabelle pulled him up, and led
him by the hand.
They managed to get to the car,
and they looked in the rear view mirror.
It seemed that the ghosts had all
vanished into thin air.
Annabelle had somehow
managed to get in the driver’s seat.
They both had keys to the car,
but George was a bit more scared
because the hand from the grave
had literally touched his leg.
“I’m so sorry, honey,
that I brought you there!”
stammered George. “I’ve
never seen paranormal
activity there, as long as
I’ve ever visited it.
But I must give you credit,
honey, you probably
saved my life!”
“Well,” said Annabelle, “It’s
always been said that women are
the weaker sex. But do you
still believe that lie?”
“Oh, no dear. I knew there
was a reason I married you!”
Likewise, George. I
married you because I love
you. Otherwise you would’ve
still been a bachelor. How
many of your buddies still
go there?”
Most of them are married,
so I guess I was the last to wed.”
“Good. Well, George does
it sound like a good idea if we
never go back there?
“Yes, most definitely.
I’m so sorry I brought you there.
How can I make it up to you?
“Let’s go home. I’ve got a
bottle of champagne waiting,
and we’ll make a big bowl
of buttery microwave
popcorn. From now on,
no more horror flicks.
From Netflix, I ordered
a really awesome chick
flick!”
George groaned.
By Mark Hudson
