<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The cemetery was a conundrum of all things. People came and went during day hours to pray for their loved ones, place a rose on an empty grave, or sit down and weep for their loss. The silence that was supposedly present at all times during operation was awful for Caillen. It was strange, hearing a woman weep for her dead grandfather a mile away, or a young boy sob because his brother passed away after choking on art supplies. She shivered and tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. Ever since Eric, her older brother, passed away, Caillen had been living an odd life different from when he was alive.<br/>
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At dusk, she swore she could hear voices inside her head and see the ghosts of the dead walking around outside her two story window. Everything would disappear during the day. When she opted to talk to her parents about these supernatural experiences, they shrugged it off as being some kind of weird issue symptomatic of her brother’s death. Caillen knew the things she saw though, and as much as she loved her brother, she grew tired of being unable to sleep at night. Four black candles lined Eric’s grave, one to the east, one to the west, and the others north and south. It was much cooler when the sky was dark and the moon shone brightly on her workspace.<br/>
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Caillen placed a chalice to the right of the grave and grunted as she sliced down the middle of her hand, blood dripping into the cup. She placed one of Eric’s most prized possessions on the middle of the grave and on the left side, a few crystals to help complete the ritual. When her friend, Candace, suggested she try this method of waking up her brother from the dead, Caillen thought she was crazy. She reluctantly accepted trying it out though and so far, nothing had happened. Caillen moved towards the front of Eric’s grave and sat down, legs to the side.<br/>
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“I trespassed the cemetery just for this,” she muttered. “It better work.”<br/>
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Caillen took a deep breath and began to chant a simple incantation, made for gradually rousing a dead spirit within an individual grave. As she continued, the leaves began to pick up on the wind, twirling and landing in various places. A chattering near the grave startled her and she glanced down to see what it was: some damn rat. She cursed and without warning, a wave of air crashed over her, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body. Caillen leaned down into the Earth to brace herself and moaned, fingers digging into the Earth. <br/>
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“Fuck, what the hell,” she whispered, her head dizzy. “God, I can’t even think straight and I- I feel so tired.” She tried to stay awake, but her senses were exhausted. Caillen laid down into the dirt, eyes drifting close. Whatever that was, it was different and it felt amazing. Caillen woke up the next morning, fresh and ready to start her day. She couldn’t remember what’d happened at the grave last night, simply that, her clothing was no longer on her. Caillen narrowed her eyes. There was something fishy going on.<br/>
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All of a sudden, the door swung open.<br/>
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“Mom, I told you- Holy shit, oh my god!”<br/>
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“Are you okay, sweetie?!” she heard her Mom call.<br/>
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Caillen gulped, “Y-yeah! Totally fine.” <br/>
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Eric, more or less, was standing… well, how? And why was his hair silver and his eyes purple? Caillen blinked, shocked at her newfound discovery. Had it worked? That’s what she was doing last night, right? Caillen shook her head, not willing to believe it that easily. <br/>
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“This- this has gotta be some  sick joke.”<br/>
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