A traveler decides to retire at a graveyard when another man passes by him. The backpacker stops him to talk for sometime.
Backpacker: Why are you here?
Man: I was visiting my girlfriend’s grave.
B: So late?
M: Yeah! I lose track of time when I visit her. I have so much to tell her.
B: I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to her? I mean, how did she pass away?
M: Well, she was found dead at her house, and doctors couldn’t tell if it was a natural death or not.
B: Do you think she was murdered?
M: I don’t think so. There were no signs of being strangled or abused.
M: How long are you planning to stay here? It’s a spooky place. Not to mention, cold.
B: I might spend the night here and then, walk further in morning. And, burial grounds don’t scare me. I think of them more as a place of deep emotions.
*lights up a bonfire*
M: That’s the first time I am hearing someone say that. *shivering* Okay, I must go. It’s really late. So, if you feel like getting a cup of coffee or some snacks may be, stop by my house. It’s just next to the road that takes you uphill. Be my guest! *gets up*
B: Sure dude! Thanks!
*Man walks away*
B: *to himself* Glad, I didn’t tell him the story of this place, else he wouldn’t have been able to come to this place again.
M: What did you just say?
B: Fuck man! How did you just pop up out of nowhere? I thought you were gone!
M: I was leaving, then thought may be I should stay with you for a while, and then we can both go home together for a cup of coffee.
B: Dude! I think you are scared to go alone. Or may be, persistent. ‘kay, let’s just have that coffee first.
*gets up and both start walking*
M: You know why I brought you out of that graveyard?
B: Why? ‘Cause you’re shit-scared of dark?
M: No, because the place has a story behind it. It wasn’t really a burial ground.
B: I know.
M: *surprised* How do you know?
B: The maintenance guy told me not to stay in there and narrated the whole story. *chews a twig*
M: About the woman who lived with a guy nearby? And when the two fell in love, she asked him to join her in her grave? That story?
B: Yeah! Something like that. Except that he said, that they were not living together and the ghost, of the woman, made the guy take his own life, as the ghost wouldn’t let him live in peace after he came to know the truth and refused to join her in her grave.
M: It’s a different version, but makes more sense. After all, grave would be too crowded for two. *chuckles*
B: That guy also added that she often visits people outside and takes them to her grave.
M: Really? That’s a new one. I thought it was the guy who took them. Anyway, we’re far away from that horrifying place.
*both laugh and enter the man’s house*
B: Sweet place you got here. Live alone?
M: No, my girlfriend stays with me.
B: The new one?
M: No, I’m a one-woman-man!
B: Cheeky! You live with her memories. Nice way to put it that way. *chuckles*
*man hands him the backpacker his coffee*
M: No…I really live with her. Wait, I’ll just call her downstairs.
*the tourist stares at him in horror* *man calls our his girlfriend’s name*
B: *stuttering* W..w…when did you s…s…say your girlfriend d…d…died?
M: I didn’t tell you that. But now that you ask, it’ll be 152 years tomorrow. *smiles*
M: Oh look! She’s already here.
*Girlfriend is shocked to see the backpacker*
GF: What are you doing here?
B: Trying to understand why you left me alone for two centuries. *smiles gently*