Suspense Short Story – Murder in the Graveyard

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In a crowded city like ours, there had been a mushrooming of flats even near the graveyard and the graveyard was not a far off, dark and

e in a while people were not startled when they heard t

e the compound at dusk and strange shrieks heard in the dead of night. Some said that the old church organ was also heard in the

nt land around the graveyard, considered these rumours malicious

ire Southern and Eastern part of the city, it was used by

ghosts. Though the police came, it was suspected that, even some in

ecalled the face of the dead man. I turned the pages of my memory. I could recollect the coat, because it was unique. It looked like the overcoats worn in western countries two cent

eated argument a few days back. I had found out something. In my excitement I went v

another man drawn by curiosity. But I could guess who he was. I had seen them near the gravey

und out where he lived. I was one hundred percent sure he was th

ow. It was a dark cloudy day and people who attended the funeral, and those weren't many, left quickly. The man lingered for sometime just outside the compound. I knew what I should do. I gave

f the police jeep – I could tell from the noise outside. All became quite once again around midnight. My pale friends rose from

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