What the hell?

Timothy noticed those words written on the gravestone, the words etched into it in quite neat cursive writing.

It was a bright and sunny day in the Lockwood Cemetery. All around, birds chirped and green trees towered over the many tombstones, most with bouquets of roses. It was an expansive graveyard; the tombstones, scattered all over the green grass, stretched as far as the naked eye could see.

The cemetery was a sombre but quiet and peaceful place where relatives and friends of the deceased came to pay respect to the dead. Today, Timothy came to pay respect to his grandmother; the old lady he had seen once a month since fifth grade. She had passed away just last month from cardiac arrest, at the very old age of 90, her last words being "What the hell?" as she felt a severe pain in her chest and collapsed.

What the hell? That's weird, Timothy thought to himself. When and why was that scribbled onto her grave?

But today, Timothy didn't know that the peace was about to be interrupted.

"I love you, Grandma," Timothy said to her gravestone one last time before he began to turn to leave. He didn't think much of the words written on it at first.

Then the gravestone next to hers caught his eye. The words "I'll get you!" were scribbled onto it, in the same neat cursive writing as the words on his grandmother's grave.

"Huh?" Timothy could sense that something was way off here. As he turned his head to look around the graveyard, he noticed other tombstones that were just as, if not even more, creepy.

Tell my parents I love them. Bye, my daughter. AAAH! I'm 100 and my time's up.

All words scribbled on various tombstones around them, as Timothy froze in fear, his body beginning to tremble. He could only slowly turn his head to look back at the tombstone he was standing right in front of.

I'll get you! The words felt even more powerful now.

Suddenly, Timothy noticed a hand rising up from the ground, right out from underneath that tombstone. "What the hell?"

His eyes stretched wide, his heartrate sped up rapidly, and his entire body trembled in fear.

The hand became an arm. Then a head began to emerge.

Immediately, Timothy turned around and ran. He ran as fast as he could, navigating around various other tombstones, and nearly tripping and falling over other hands emerging from the ground. He kept running with no intention of looking behind him.

Finally, after what felt like the longest cemetery visit of his life, he was on the other side of the wide open gate and back on the street. He stopped and caught his breath. He looked behind him and could spot some zombies far off in the distance, but they looked lost and completely helpless. Timothy was not sure they were a threat to someone many, many metres away from them that they couldn't even see.

"I gotta tell someone!" he cried nevertheless as he ran away.