The Night Of The Stonemason

One night after being at the pub with a mate we decided to head home as it was just after 11 at night and the pub was shutting, we were both going back to his house which was about 2 miles down the road, and on our walk there are a few shortcuts which were perfect because it was raining like **** and we wanted to get home fast, one of the shortcuts were through this small graveyard that takes us out just to his street.

Walking down the road chatting and having a laugh we entered the graveyard, somewhere were we had been through many times before so it was nothing new or scary, joking and laughing we continued to walk down the path which had high thick tree's on both sides, just dripping heavily with the rain, gravestones everywhere, broken bottles litter all sorts..it wasn't the best maintained graveyard..

As we walked and chatted we both kept hearing this clanging noise that was coming from in front of us, as we walked it became louder and louder, it sounded like metal being banged against stone..we stopped talking and both looked on curiously as we got closer and closer, it was getting louder, and more eerie, we looked in the direction it was coming from and seen this huge tree trunk, there was a small glimmer of light flickering behind it, we knew this is where the sound was coming from, hesitantly we walked too see around the tree, and we stopped.. looking at this old scruffy man with a small lit candle sitting beside him, as he was chiseling away at a gravestone with a small hammer.. we were in silence and just stared at him..

He suddenly stopped.. and slowly turned round and look at us.. right into our eyes, as if he was looking through us, like we weren't there.. with no expression on his face the man just said to us.." they spelled my name wrong", and turned back to his gravestone and continued to chip, chip, chip...