A hard look came across her face in the light of my beam, and her eyes narrowed behind her glasses. “The footprints just stopped…” Her voice had gone as chilly as the air. “These wolf prints?” She questioned, flicking her beam towards the ground, and then back up at my face.
The further that I went back in the graveyard, and the higher up the hill I walked, the more sad the stones began to look and the older they appeared to be. They were all in a state of severe disrepair and most of them had the names weathered off completely. While some were ominously in tact, others had snapped in half and only jagged pieces of what lay there before pushed up from the ground.
That’s when I stopped watching. But instinctively, I pushed the button and the photo slid out. But when I took the camera away from my face, there was nothing. Just the sunset. Like he had never existed. Evaporated right before my eyes. I grabbed for the photo, and there was nothing there either. But, I swear he was there. I watched him for a few seconds, trying to call to me. Trying to make sure I saw him.
When she asked him about it, the boy just said, “The man in his ear told him.” Her eyes went wide with creepy suspicion, and she called me on the off chance that I had any knowledge of ESP being an added cause of hearing aids.
The old hum of power suddenly stopped and they were only left with the slow rumble of the waves. Olivia threw the sheet off of her head and in the beam of her flashlight; Sasha could see her anxious face.