#andcarl

Carl x Andrew (AndCarl)

A few days ago , i got a letter from a woman named Ann . She asked me to come and do some of my work . With a high paid price , i can not refuse , can i ? In the end , i am a human . No matter how good my work is , i still need money to live .

So now , here i am , on my way to the place i’ve known so far as Lutz Cemetary . Such a far place that when i reach here , it is midnight . The cart took me here turns back right when i get down . Behind me , the sound of the cart is quickly fading away . I take a deep breath , cold air fills my lungs . I would have worn more clothes if i had known i would be in this situation .

The moon is nowhere to be seen in the sky , neither are the stars . The wind blows so strong that none of the trees here can grow leaves . Every footstep of mine matches with the sound of crunching dried leaves .

This place is vast . In the letter , she mentioned about a church somewhere in here , but i cant see any sign of it . All the thing i see is grave arranged orderly , on the scale from rich to poor . I know that by the way a grave is decorated .

Everything is getting more and more suspicious . It feels like a horror book i used to read . Am i about to get murdered ? That would be lovely . I will be glad to see the most beautiful part of life .

Crack . The sound of breaking .

I turn to see what it is .

A black cat . An expected creature would totally be here and fit in the atmostphere perfectly . Though , that cat is weird . It is holding a letter in its mouth and has a lot of poorly stiched wound on its body . 

The black cat looks at me and then runs another way . I’m probaly not the person to receive that letter , but i decided to follow it .

Following it ,  I spots something . A person is half-laying in the ground . He is either a ghoul or dead body . The latter guess excites me .

He is tall , taller than me . He wears black clothes , opposite to his skin , as pale as a corpse . There is some scar on his face . Next to his side , there are a shovel and an oil lamp .

He must be a ghoul . He is so beautiful . My mind thinks 2 thoughts at the same time .

I takes out one of my empty syringe . He may be still alive . I need to make sure before doing it . Pump a little air to his vein , and everything will be done .

Im getting closer to him , but i have to stop halfway . A pair of red eyes is looking at me , and since when i didnt notice , his left hand has held the shovel tighly .  Those bloody eyes say it all , anywhere nearer and i will be the person who gets buried here instead .

The black cat is back . It is also looking at me . I dont know why i see the smugness on its face . 

It leaps down and nudges into him . He sits up and takes the letter from its mouth , the shovel hasnt left his hand for a second .

I put the syringe back in waiting for him to make the next move .

Read the letter , he looks up .

“Mr.Carl ?”, he asks me doubtly . I nod and he looks like wanting to sigh a lot , rethinking his life choices that lead him to here .

“I have a work from Ms.Ann . Do you know her ?”, I stand up admiring his beauty from up here .

He keeps being silent for a long time . “ I dont like you “ , is all he said before standing up and lead me the way to the church . I also keep on admiring him from behind .

This man is the perfect person to bury me and i will still enjoy it .

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@thenazhaus

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