Wednesday, October 21, 2020

WEP October Challenge-Grave Mistake


It's time for our October WEP Challenge! The prompt for this month is Grave Mistake!

I didn't get any real inspiration until last minute, so this little story happened all at once. I hope you enjoy it!

Into the Earth


Sweat beaded on Hank’s brow as he plunged the shovel into the earth. His muscles strained as he lifted another mound of dirt from the growing hole and lofted it onto the pile alongside him. The sun beat down on him without mercy as he worked. This was the first week of October, when the weather was supposed to be turning crisp and cool.

“Someone must have left the gates of Hell open,” Hank muttered as he watched the moist dirt yield to his shovel once more. Instead of being a crisp, fall day, it felt more like the height of summer with temperatures nearing 90 degrees. Not the kind of weather he wanted to be digging in, but he needed the money.

Taking odd jobs helped to pay the bills. Hank tried not to think about his growing pile of debt. It threatened to bury him alive.

He shook his head, flinging some of the sweat droplets from his forehead. No, he wouldn’t think about his money problems now. One of the main benefits of hard physical labor was to temporarily forget about life and immerse himself in the moment.

And so, he toiled away, flinging more and more dirt out of the way. Mrs. Morris, the lady who hired him to dig this darned hole, wanted to install a little reflecting pond beside her garden. It was the kind of unnecessary luxury he couldn’t envision ever installing for himself, but to each his own.

He was about three feet down when his shovel struck something hard. The reverberation ran up both of his arms, jarring his entire body.

“Stupid rocks,” he muttered.

Using the tip of shovel to push the dirt away, he planned to dig up and cast aside the problematic obstruction. A smooth white surface greeted him. Dropping the shovel, he leaned down to grasp the rock with both hands and give it a good yank.

His lower back flared with pain as the rock refused to budge at first. Hank gritted his teeth and gave it a second, mightier tug. The earth finally released it, and he found himself face to face with something he’d never imagined.

Two empty eye sockets stared blankly back at him. A slack jaw hung for a moment before crashing to the ground by his feet.

A skull. And this was no animal skull. It was human. No doubt in his mind about that.

Stunned beyond belief, he sunk to his knees and set the skull down beside him. His hands frantically began pushing dirt out of the way, searching to see if there were any more bones to be found. He couldn’t begin to articulate why, but some dark curiosity had seized him.

Sure enough, within minutes he’d found a fleshless hand. The bones were no longer connected by living tissue, but the soil held them in place, making it impossible to ignore what they meant.

Who was this person, and why in the world were they buried here?

Hank was so immersed in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching from behind. He didn’t notice anything at all until he heard a slight gasp.

He turned to find Mrs. Morris there, her hands clasped over her mouth.

Of course she was horrified. Who wouldn’t be to find such a thing in their own back yard? The older woman’s eyes grew wide as saucers as she peered down into the hole.

“Mrs. Morris, are you okay? Do you want me to call the police for you?” Hank asked. Surely they would need to report this. It was going to be a pain, but he couldn’t do anything about that.

She shook her head. “I thought I buried him over yonder,” she muttered, pointing toward the other side of the garden. “Just goes to show that the memory fades over time. My mistake.”

Hank stared at her for a long moment, the truth dawning on him slowly.

Too slowly, as it turned out.

Mrs. Morris already had the shovel in hand. When had she even picked it up?

He started to back away, but she was already mid-swing. The metal connected hard with the side of his head, and he crumpled where he stood.

The world stopped making any kind of sense for a time. He couldn’t say how long, but once he was able to form a coherent thought, Mrs. Morris stood in the hole beside him.

No. This was no hole. It was a grave, and it was about to be his, too.

Though Hank’s vision was blurred, he could make out the edges woman’s deranged smile. She leaned in closer, and Hank was overwhelmed by her putrid breath. If he wasn’t so grievously injured, he might have wondered what she could have eaten to make such a horrific stink.

Perhaps it was better that he didn’t know.

“I will say this,” she said. “It sure was kind of you to dig your own grave for me. My back has been acting up something terrible lately. These old bones aren’t as tough as they used to be.”

Bones. Hank thought of that pile of bones he’d unearthed. The ones that were currently resting beneath his injured body. He was going to decompose on top of them until his bones comingled with those of this other man he’d never met.

A few moments passed as Hank drifted in and out of consciousness. He was only vaguely aware of the dirt raining down on him. In some distant part of his brain, he realized with horror that she wasn’t even going to finish him off before burying him.

It won’t be my bills that bury me alive after all, he thought bitterly.

More dirt fell on top of him. It would take her a while to cover him completely. Bad back, and all.

This whole thing was a grave mistake. That morbid joke, a last taste of gallows humor, carried him into the black for the final time.

Word Count: 1000





  1. Horrific and sad. Hank could have thrown a few bones at Mrs. Morris! Perhaps, he was destined to be buried alive.

  2. Oh wow Laura. What a story. Even though I felt it would end like it did, it was riveting the way you told it with Hank's emotions laid bare. Certainly a 'grave mistake' on Hank's part. Great flash for the prompt.

  3. Hi,
    What a horror??? I am reading horror stories and it is amazing how well all of them have been written so far. Great job. Poor Hank. I had hoped he could be saved from his plight.
    Shalom aleichem

  4. Poor Hank, just can't get a break. I was hoping he'd toss a bone at her and she'd fall in so he could climb out but no dice. Great story with the perfect chilling ending.

  5. Horrifying, was hoping that Hank would manage to get out.

  6. Shudder. Shudder. Shudder. Poe wasn't the only one who was racked with fear of a premature burial. That's one of my darkest nightmares. You did a good job at stirring up some horror.

  7. Chilling! I got a feeling that Mrs Morris was up to no good. What a tragic end for Hank.

  8. Wow! L. G., what a tale of murder. Poor guy. Well written.

  9. Note to self: when you find a skull in a weird old lady's backyard, grab it and go!

  10. When I read '...It threatened to bury him alive...' I liked your play on words, Laura. Yet, the shivers in my back warned me - she's up to something...well, you and the old lady. Poor Hank - I did hope he'd find a bone to trip a lady with a bad back. Haunt her Hank.

  11. That one was wickedly funny in a morbid sort of way.

  12. Yikes!! That was awesome! I agree with Alex - morbidly funny!

  13. That had a double twist - very clever. Great pictures in your writing. well done.

  14. What a horrible way to go. I kept hoping he'd regain his senses and turn the tables. Although maybe he'll just simply crawl out of the grave at midnight and scare the old broad to death. LOL

  15. I was hoping he'd figure out a way to escape. Poor Hank. This flowed very smooth and chilling. Particularly liked the mystery about the murderer's breath...creeped out thinking about the possible causes :) Great Halloween flash!

  16. Hi Laura - I too kept thinking he'll come out of it all right - Mrs Morris certainly won't be discovered will she ... poor Hank - too lost in his work ...

    I could imagine the whole - and that breath .. yugh! Well written - not something I want to remember! But will no doubt - yes Nila has the right word ... 'creeped out' ... all the best - Hilary

  17. Truly an ill fate for Hank, that cost him more than he originally would have suspected. Well done.

  18. Oh, poor Hank. His day certainly didn't get any better. Great story.

  19. Watch out for those little old ladies! This was great. And yes, it felt like you wanted us to think Hank had a chance, but stuck with the grim ending. Well written.

  20. Love the twist towards the end! Clever!

  21. Ha, should have used a back hoe to dig. Maybe he would have survived. Who would think the old lady still had such a swing left in her. This was fun to read, and loved all the "grave" analogies.

  22. I love the word play of thinking it would be bills burying him, but then PLOT TWIST! Nice work.

  23. Great word plays. I'm guessing you wrote it kind of tongue in cheek and they just kept rolling! That's the problem with getting old, you just can't remember where all the bodies were buried!