(This one is kinda short, but i dont care. From here on, I'm going to write a little back story thing to explain why i wrote the story the way i did. So here is the reason why i wrote The Grave: I've always feared seeing my own grave before i died! Simple! But this story takes my fear to a different level, and now after i came up with the mere idea for this story, I WILL NOT enter any grave yards! :3)

You walk home from wherever you were before. It was a short walk home, and the path was well lit for the night time hours. But you still hated walking home because you had to pass that old graveyard. Sure, none of the corpses were going to bother you, but it still scared you to be near so many dead people.

This night, though, was worse than ever. There was a new gravestone, and forgetting your fear and letting your curiosity take over, you go to see who the gravestone was for. You kneel down in front of the stone, squinting to read the words carved there. "(Your first and last name)," you say, reading the words out loud. Below it was your birthday and......today's date..... (cliffhanger ending! I know this probably isnt scary anymore because of the cliffhanger or if it wasnt scary at all but i dont care! You read it this far anyways!)