[ WP ] The grave yard was cold and dark . Not a star in the sky , yet a murmur in the distance. `` do you think he will wake up down there ? '' It said .

“ Of course not! ” said another voice in an equally thick British accent. 
 
 “ Right, So ‘ ee ’ s ded then? ” 
 
 I was inching closer as they spoke, using their voice to hide my steps. I could barely make out two figures in the darkness. 
 
 “ Yea, will be soon enough. ” 
 
 There was a long pause. I stopped. I dare not turn on the lantern I held. 
 
 “ So wat do we do now then? ” 
 
 “ Well you wait ‘ ere, an I ’ ll go fetch tha spades, you ’ ll fill the ‘ ole in, an I ’ ll keep watch. Then we pack up, dust off, an ‘ ead down to Wilhelm ’ s for a pint. ” 
 
 “ Well ‘ old on. Why do I need to wait ‘ ere… ’ ee ’ s ded! ” 
 
 “ Well incase sumone comes by. ” 
 
 “ Oh right. Large bloke like me, wanderin ‘ round out ‘ ere in the middle of the night. ‘ Good evenin ’ folks! Jus ’ out on stroll, what hole? That ’ s not my hole. ’ Yeah they ’ ll buy that. ” 
 
 Another pause. I could feel the tension in the air. 
 
 “ Fine you can come wit me to get the spades, then you ’ ll fill the ‘ ole in, an— “ 
 
 “ I fill the ‘ ole in! Me! All alone! What are you doing then? ” 
 
 “ Well I ’ m keeping watch. ” 
 
 “ Keeping watch! It ’ s the mittle of tha night! Nobodys out ‘ ere! ” 
 
 “ Sumone could be! They could be ‘ iding in the shadows. Lurking in the dark for their chance to strike. ” 
 
 “ An ’ ‘ ow ’ s that? The boogyman? Lurking in the shadows? ” 
 
 “ It could be! ” 
 
 “ Ha right. ” 
 
 I was close enough now I could make out a little about them. One was short and average size and the other was a bit plump. They didn ’ t look like gangsters or bad guys. But they were clearly up to no good. 
 
 “ Fine! We both go get the spades. We both fill in the ‘ ole. We Pack up, dust off, an ’ ‘ ead down to Wilhelm ’ s for a pint. How ’ s that sound? ” 
 “ Perfec! ” 
 
 They began walking towards me. I quickly dropped to the ground making as little sound as possible. I leaned up against a nearby gravestone and held my breath. They walked past briskly without noticing. When they were a safe distance away I made my over to the hole. 
 
 It was a very deep hole and it was too dark to see the bottom. I didn ’ t know what or who was down there. I squatted down and began to turn the lantern on. It was still to dark. I turned it up a bit. Still couldn ’ t see the bottom. I turned it up a bit more. 
 
 “ EY! YOU! ” 
 
 They saw me. I could tell by his voice I was the fat one who yelled first. I turned around and stood up while they began running my way. I turned the lantern fully on and readied myself for their approach. 
 
 “ EY! Wot are you doin ’! Out ‘ ere in the middle of the night! You need to—Eric? 
 “ Eric is that you? ” 
 “ I can ’ t believe it! It is you! ” 
 “ George? Ian? What are you doing out here? ” I responded. George and Ian were two mates of mine from Uni. They were in my wedding. 
 
 “ oh. Us? We ’ re jus out on a stroll, you know? ” George, the fat one, answered. 
 
 “ What are you guys digging this ‘ ole for? ” I questioned. 
 
 “ Uh- What ‘ ole? ” Ian said as he hid the shovel behind his back. 
 
 “ Oh that ‘ ole. Yeah. That ’ s not our ‘ ole mate. ” George stated 
 
 “ Then what are you doing with the shovels? ” I prodded. 
 
 “ Dese? ”, asked Ian as he held his up slightly, “ We found dese. Was gon na drop them by the front on the way out. ” 
 
 “ Yeah on the way out! We ’ re headed to Wilhelm ’ s to grab a pint, you want to go? ” George asked lightly. 
 
 “ No, I want to know why— “ 
 
 “ It ’ s half priced pints tonight. It ’ d be a shame ta miss it. ” George interjected. 
 
 “ Half priced? Really? ” Suddenly I had forgotten why I was here. The proposal of half priced alcohol seemed to good to pass up. 
 “ Alright! I ’ m in! ” I exclaimed. 
 
 After about 3 hours at Wilhelm ’ s we decided to call it quits. We shared a cab back to our side of town and as I was getting out I decided I ’ d ask once more about the hole. 
 
 “ George what was in that ‘ ole form earlier? ” I asked plainly 
 
 “ Oh it was just Steve. Well what ’ s left of ‘ im ” 
 
 “ Steve! Steve Jeffries! You guys killed Steve Jeffries! ” Steve Jefferies was an old flat mate of mine, also in my wedding. 
 
 “ Oh no! Not Jeffries! Never Jeffries. It was Steve Stanley! ” 
 
 Steve Stanley was not very likable guy. Always inviting you to events on facebook and posting about red cups and such. Stanley was the kind of guy who would get your Netflix login and change the password. He ’ d split a pizza with you and eat more than his share. He wasn ’ t very likeable. 
 
 “ Oh much better! Well, I ’ ll see you both later, ‘ ave a good night! ” and with that I closed the door on the cab and went in and got in bed. 
 
 

