Ghost In The Alley

Noise of cemetery

I was there and couldn't believe so; It was the new watchdog of the cemetery. A relative working in the Township got me that job. It was not great merit than say, because theycannot be many who work for obvious reasons.
The old guard gave me a lot of instructions. Staring me told me several times:
"No need to come out of the box and andes floating around the cemetery inmiddle of the night, no." It may be that sometimes you hear something, but you do not give importance, you do not leave, are cemetery just noise. But do not sleep here, it is not good. "It brings enoughcoffee and read something or whatever."
"Cemetery noises", I asked repeatedly what he wanted to say that, but the old man managed to not answer me.

I arrived at dusk. The gravediggers werealready gone. I saw a funeral procession marching slowly. Then, already almost at night, I ensured that it would not be anyone and closed the gate.
The box was tiny. In a corner had blades and spikes, inthe Center a table, a Chair, in another corner a small closet, that was all.
He had taken a thermos full of coffee. I sat down to drink while I looked out of the window. He saw from there much of thecemetery: tombstones, Crypts, vaults, some statues of angels, other more strange, and beyond the wall that was at the bottom, and a portion of sky that still retained some clarity, although the starswere flashing.
It had also brought a book. The lamp that was over my head hanging cables and is hamacaba slightly, producing an effect on the letters of the book, in my view, and seemed that theyhamacaban also and I burned the eyes.

Each time that it consulted the clock I was surprised how early that was. Every now and then looked towards the window, and as the night was clear, saw facets ofgravestones and Crypts lit by the Moon, and the shadows that were.
Views I burned more and more, so I decided to rest the eyes. Suddenly, a noise. I raised my head and looked toward the window, and...