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The clues led to the Jericho cemetery. From the cryptic lettering to the dates of passing and the gravestone-shaped runes. Wednesday and Enid stood outside the rusty gates, light fog covered the night and graveyard bed, no wind could be heard, and only a few crickets sang their little tunes. They were dressed in their snoods (‘I am not letting you or me catch a cold’), flashlights in hand, one trembling slightly while the other remained composed as usual.
“You are sure they meant here?” Enid asked, her flashlight bathing the old stones and grass in light.
“Positive. The runes match.” Wednesday replied, deadpanned.
Enid made a small noise (similar to a puppy, thought Wednesday), “Of course, it’s a graveyard, it’s never the center of town in the middle of the day where there’s people, of course not, that’ll be too easy…” she rambled.
“Obviously.” Wednesday stated.
Now, spending the night investigating a creepy dark graveyard was not Enid’s idea of fun, but spending it with her spooky kooky bestie/roomie seemed much more agreeable and nicer.
‘It’s not a date, Yoko!’ she said to the vampire as she told her of their plan.
Said vampire just smirked and winked behind her sunglasses. ‘Whatever you say, wolfie,’
Nope, definitely not a date. Just two gals investigating together. Plus, she would absolutely NOT let Wednesday go alone – too many times did the seer get into trouble and worse when she’s alone – and Enid is not going to let her do that, duh!
So, here they were, starring at said creepy graveyard at 3 am. So great.
Wednesday reached forward, taking the lock of the chains wrapped around the gate. Enid could not help but cringe at cricks and shakes of the chain links. She fidgeted nervously with her snood as Wednesday worked to pick the lock, opening it and letting it fall back. “Now, then, let’s get going, before our lead turns cold.” She stated, stepping it the now open gate.
“Yep…right behind you,” Enid said with barely contained fear and unease, and a small whine on the tip of her tongue.
They began their trail, leaves and grass being crashed under their feet. Enid held back a shiver. “God this is creepy,”
Wednesday said nothing.
“I mean, I’m not scared or anything, the dark is not really terrifying after dealing with a hyde and stuck as a wolf,” She rambled, anxiously.
Wednesday still said nothing.
“I’m good, like totally fine looking around in this creepy and dark space where all the dead people are buried and I’m totally not freakin-”
“Enid,” Wednesday said, cutting off the she-wolf’s increasingly panicked rambles. Her head turned to the shaking wolf, and extended a hand, which Enid took immediately and squeezing it tight – not that Wednesday minded, it added a nice pressure and crashing sensation.
They walked carefully through the grounds, their lights illuminating the old stones and statues of graves, the words carved deep with names and dates and parting words. The grass was a reasonable height, likely being cut recently based on a lingering smell of salad Enid’s nose picked up – invisible to the human nose after a while.
A small sound of little feet scattering along the stones and vegetation. Enid snapped her flashlight towards it with a small squeak. “What was that?!” She whisper-yelled.
Wednesday looked towards that direction and they found the source: a small rat searching for food.
“How terrible.” Wednesday said, sarcastically.
Enid gave her a look. “Well, excuse me for being careful,”
“Of course,”
“You owe me a coffee after this,” Enid threatened, pointing her finger at Wednesday, who lightly shrugged but would provide Enid’s request in the morning.
They carried on with their search. Enid could admit, it wasn’t so bad, at least she had Wednesday with her.