Spooktober Prompt #18
[A] slowly followed the pale outline of their guide. Their translucent boots touch the earth but did not bend a single blade of grass, and [A] couldn’t tell if the lantern in their hand was actually lit or if the glow was from their incorporeal body alone.
“Here we are.”
[A] jerked to a stop, barely stopping their next step before they tumbled through their guide’s button vest and white flame eyes. They jerked their rude stare away from the ghost’s face and to the grave in front of them instead.
“Th-thank you.”
The ghost only dipped its head and motioned to a little silver bell with a handle shaped like a winged angel. “Ring the bell once to summon the grave’s resident. Twice to send it back. Three times of you need me.”
[A]’s stomach squeezed. “Er…is there a reason I would need you?”
“To return to the entrance of course.”
“Oh. Right! Of course! Very dark out here.”
“Or if you can’t get it to go back,” the ghostly undertaker added, their words disappearing on the same gust of wind that carried their suddenly vaporous form away.
