It’s not discovering a familiarly-shaped patch growing in my backyard that makes me wish I didn’t know this – it’s that the patch has been moving closer to my back door. I heard the rumors that certain flowers grew over the graves of the dead, but I never thought I’d find out first hand.
I’d been hearing strange noises coming from the backyard at night and I’d been too scared to go out and investigate. But now I had no choice – I had to find out what was going on. I grabbed a flashlight and stepped out into the darkness.
The patch of flowers seemed to be moving across the yard, as if it were being dragged by some unseen force. I followed it, my heart racing, until it stopped at the foot of an old tree. I shone my flashlight up into the branches and there, hanging from the highest branch, was a skeleton.
I screamed and stumbled backward, my mind racing with questions. Who was this person? How did they end up here? Who buried them? I knew that I had to find out the answers, so I slowly stepped closer to the tree and looked around for clues.
That’s when I noticed the small pile of dirt at the base of the tree. I dug my fingers in and felt something hard and cold. I pulled it out and realized it was a locket. I opened it and saw a picture of a young woman inside.
It was then that I knew who was buried in my backyard. It was the woman in the locket – and I was the one who had put her there.
