The Grave Digger

I wait in the darkness of the graveyard. The only source of light coming from the moon. A cold breeze sweeps through, carrying dried leaves along with it. The grass I stand on is moist, and my boots slightly sink into the ground with every step. I rip my backpack on the ground and wait longer. This power is not easily used and takes concentration. I look to the floor and think of all the things I could do.

 I could bring back loved ones if I desired.

I could raise an army if I wanted to.

I could start my own apocalypse if I wished it.

The deceased would do my bidding.

I felt a shiver go up my spine as I thought of these malicious deeds. I could go mad with power, but that is not why I am here. I have a much better plan tonight. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a spiral notebook and a pencil. I could feel a presence come as a surge of power flowed through me. A figure made out of light emerged from the grass, and floated upward. It was a mere few feet away from me.

I called to the figure, "William Shakespeare, I need your help."

In a disembodied voice, he replied, "What is thy request?"

I formed a twisted smile and replied, "I have a Romeo and Juliet essay due tomorrow and have a few questions."