Chapter One

The hundred-year-old girl

"Faster" Said Henry standing over the shallow grave

"Do you want to do this?"

"Listen I’m the boss said, Henry

"To hell you are, why do you think you’re the boss"

"I have the flashlight"

"You’re an idiot," said Paul

"Watch your tongue minion"

"I’m going to climb out of this grave and put you in it," said Paul with a devilish grin

"Just keep digging, the sun is coming up"

"I know that of course, I know that"

"Fucking idiot"

Paul pushed his shovel into the dirt imagining it was Henry’s face and heard the familiar sound of wood.

"I heard that"

"Did aye really"

Henry shined his flashlight into the grave

"Jesus you’re pointing that into my eye"

"Sorry"

"Give me a hand"

"Can’t I have the flashlight?"

"I’m going to end you with that thing, shove it straight up your ass"

Paul continued his work removing the dirt from the grave. Making sure most got onto Henry’s feet"

"Hey man"

"Sorry"

When most of the dirt had been removed Henry signaled to Paul to shine the light.

"That’s a small coffin"

"Yes, it’s a kid’s," said Paul

"What I’m not opening a kid’s coffin"

"Why not"

"It’s distasteful bordering on inhuman"

"Please she’s been dead for years, besides children graves are goldmines"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they are usually filled with freaking gold"

"You’re crazy, I’m out"

"Wait. We got this far why don’t we have a look"

"I don’t know"

"Just give me the crowbar there by your leg, and keep the light on"

Henry bit his lip and then shrugged, he was too tired besides Paul was his ride back to town"

He squatted down picked up the crowbar and handed it to Paul

Paul took the crowbar and slid it underneath the top and opened it with ease

These old coffins are easy as shit

He then slid the top to the side revealing the body

The child was a girl

Her skin was white as a church but her hair was dark almost black and thick

That’s not right

She looks like she was buried yesterday

Read me what it says on her grave

"Polly Smith beloved daughter of pastor Jack Smith born 1898 died 1904, she is over a hundred"

"Quick Henry, shine the light over here"

Henry did just that seeing his friend pointing at the girl’s neck

"Jesus that’s the biggest rock I think I’ve ever seen"

"This is freaky," said Paul

"I wonder how much that thing is worth," said Henry

"Priceless"

"Take it off let me see," said Henry

"Ok"

Paul took off the necklace off the icy cold skin of the girl"

"Fuck"

"What"

"I think I felt her move"

"Shut up"

"I’m serious"

The two men studied the girl

"She is dead as a doornail"

"Your right"

Paul threw the necklace at Henry who caught it with one hand

"We are going to be rich, my man"

Henry studying the rock noticed Paul wasn’t saying much

"You ok"

"She’s moving" stutters Paul

"Paul," says Henry

"I said" he is cut short when the small girl awakens and grabs the man and pulls him down with inhuman strength.

Henry unable to stand his ground turns and runs dropping the flashlight

In the dark, he hears the screams of his friend pleading then

Quickly turning

Into wet bloody moans.