The Graveyard Guardian: A Haunting Presence in the Village Cemetery

The wind whispered through the trees as the full moon cast an eerie glow over the village graveyard. The place had always been avoided by the locals, especially at night. It wasn’t just because of the dead resting there, but because of something else—something that had been guarding the graves for decades.

Old tales spoke of a ghostly figure, a shadowy presence that appeared whenever someone dared to disturb the graveyard. Some said it was the spirit of a long-dead caretaker, others believed it was something much older—something that should not be disturbed.

A Night of Curiosity

Randy and his friends, Dika and Bayu, never believed in those stories. They were young, reckless, and eager to prove that fear was nothing but superstition. One night, under the dim glow of their flashlights, they sneaked into the graveyard.

"Look, it’s just a bunch of old stones and dirt," Bayu scoffed, kicking a small rock aside.

Dika laughed. "People are too scared for no reason."

But Randy remained silent. He had heard too many stories from his grandmother about this place. He wasn’t as confident as his friends, but he didn’t want to look like a coward.

They walked deeper into the graveyard, past rows of ancient tombstones covered in moss. The air was cold, colder than it should have been. The trees swayed gently, but there was no wind.

Then, something strange happened.

The Whispering Shadows

A faint whisper echoed through the night.

"Leave..."

Randy froze. "Did you hear that?"

Bayu rolled his eyes. "It’s just the wind, man."

But the whisper came again, clearer this time. "Leave this place..."

Dika's flashlight flickered, and then, all their lights went out at once. Darkness swallowed them.

Panic set in. "Turn the lights back on!" Bayu muttered, fumbling with his flashlight.

And then they saw it.

A tall, shadowy figure stood near an old, cracked tombstone. It had no face, only a dark void where its eyes should be. It did not move, but they could feel its gaze piercing through them.

Randy’s heart pounded. His grandmother’s stories flooded back into his mind. "The Graveyard Guardian..." he whispered.

The shadow lifted a hand, pointing straight at them. The whisper turned into a low, growling voice.

"You do not belong here."

A Terrifying Escape

Dika was the first to break into a run. Bayu followed, stumbling over roots and tombstones. Randy hesitated for a moment, staring at the figure as fear paralyzed his body.

Then, the shadow moved. It didn’t walk—it glided across the ground, closing the distance between them with unnatural speed.

That was enough to shake Randy out of his daze. He sprinted after his friends, his breath ragged as he pushed his legs to move faster. Behind him, the whispering voice turned into a chilling scream.

They didn’t stop until they were out of the graveyard, collapsing onto the dirt road outside the entrance. Their flashlights flickered back on as if nothing had happened.

Panting, Dika looked back. "Did we just—"

Bayu cut him off. "Let’s never talk about this again."

Randy remained silent, staring at the graveyard. The figure was gone, but the coldness in the air remained. He knew one thing for sure—something was protecting that place, and they had made a terrible mistake by disturbing it.

From that night on, none of them ever dared to go near the graveyard again.

But sometimes, when the night was quiet and the wind was still, Randy swore he could hear a whisper outside his window.

"Leave..."

A Haunting Reminder

Days passed, but Randy couldn’t shake off the unease. Every night, he felt like someone—or something—was watching him. He began waking up at exactly 3:00 AM, his room filled with an unnatural chill.

One evening, as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a soft knock on his window. His breath caught in his throat. His room was on the second floor—there was no way anyone could reach it.

Summoning all his courage, he peeked through the curtain.

Nothing.

But as he turned away, he caught a glimpse of something in the reflection of his mirror.

A shadowy figure stood in the corner of his room, watching him.

The whispers returned.

"You do not belong here..."

Randy screamed.

And then—everything went black.