The Boy In The Cemetery

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"He took me to his parlor and sat me down at a small table. He went into the back to make some tea while I sat there. Being with dead bodies never really seemed to affect me much, even if I was in a room full of death. The Undertaker scrambled back with a cup of tea and he sat down in front of me.

"Go ahead and sip your tea at your leisure. I'm in no rush" I nodded and picked up the cup, almost spilling the contents because I was still shaky. "Oh dear, you should calm your nerves first" he stood up and left again and came back with a blanket which he cloaked over my shoulders.

"Th-thank you Mr. Undertaker..." I stutter as I look up at him. I noticed that he had a long scar that went from the right side to the left side of his face.

"It's alright, it is my fault after all" he smiled when he sat atop a coffin. I pulled the blanket closer, to take in its warmth. I stared down at the chipped cherrywood table. "You don't remember me do you...?" I heard him mumble. I looked up and noticed that his smile had disappeared.