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OCTOBER PLAYLIST

Added 2024-10-15 15:39:37 +0000 UTC

Angela entered the graveyard at 5:00 pm. It was supposed to be closed by then but the maintenance guy took his time closing up on Thursdays because his daughter would call around 4:00 but then he still had to mow half of the massive lawn. Some old timey music played from the equipment shed, barely audible above the scream of the mower. Angela tried to look nonchalant as she hugged the side of the shed, Mission: Impossible style, to avoid being caught after hours. Once the sentinel was far enough out of eyeline, Angela began to mosey. The sun was setting and her "all occasions" jacket had finally met it's match. A car barrelled down the expressway blasting a hipster rock song from the early 2000's that she didn't recognize. She wondered who she would meet tonight She was never alone here after hours, there was always a smokey, tired mother with a loose ponytail or a club kid dressed down in an ill fitting peacoat. Someone you wouldn't expect to see at a cemetery. "Who even gets a burial these days?" she often wondered. "Doesn't everyone just get cremated?" As she continued her steady mosey, a shiny point in the distance caught her eye. Was it a crystal on a string? A small mirror? Was it held by a spindly branch or a sinewy hand? Just as her eyes nearly adjusted to the shimmering vision, Angie's foot caught an exposed tree root and her ankle snapped as she was thrust into a freshly dug grave. Her ankle throbbed in the pit and she accepted that she'd be spending the night yet again.