Grave­yard scare

The Labradorian - - SaltWire Homes - Sheila Cooper

Both my Mum and my brother are passed away. Mum from can­cer/heart dis­ease and my brother Al was killed in a work ac­ci­dent on Churchill Falls Road. Al died in 1999 and Mum in 2010.

In 2011, I was liv­ing in Al­berta and came home for our sum­mer va­ca­tion to North West River. It was Aug. 5, Al’s birthday.

Af­ter midnight on the 6th would be a year to the day Mum passed away. So I missed them both so much. I wanted to park at the foot of their graves and spend the night with them. I wasn’t afraid or spooked or any­thing.

So I drove up there around 11:30 p.m. and got out of my broth­ers SUV that I bor­rowed. Did my cry and talked to them. Then I re­mem­bered there are a lot of ants around so I best get back into the ve­hi­cle.

I got in and turned the key to start the en­gine to make sure the win­dows were up and moved the seat in the lay back po­si­tion, the doors au­to­mat­i­cally locked, and I turned it off. (I) reached in the back and got my long black jacket to cover up in. As soon as I put the coat over me the han­dle on the door on the pas­sen­ger side started to make a noise as if some­one was fran­ti­cally try­ing to get in!

I looked over, no one was there! I sat up fast and started back­ing out of the grave­yard! Fast. I as­sure you, NO ONE WAS THERE. I had to sit out­side of my cousin Donna’s for a while be­fore I could go in. I have no in­ten­tions of ever go­ing back to the grave­yard af­ter dark!

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