Spooked Silent graveyard

The graveyard was completely silent and appeared to be deserted, but I could sense that someone close by was trying to say something. I have always wondered if dead people could ever wake up from the dead, just like Jesus you know. Maybe it had just been a cock-and-bull story for all this time, who knows? Today it’s three years since my grandma left me to visit heaven, and for these past three years I have wanted to see her again. The thought of her rising from the grave totally freaks me out, what if it’s her I can hear trying to tell me something. You see, I live just beside the graveyard and have done that ever since I was born seventeen years ago. For all this time I haven’t heard a single noise and all of a sudden it just seems like I can hear voices coming from the graveyard. So this is where the spooky part is coming, for a long time I have wanted to go by and explore it. For some reason it took me three weeks before I finally had the courage to do it. I remember it as clearly; it was Monday and around 9 o’clock at night. I had been at my school until then because of some musical rehearsal, so boring. So I decided to go by on my way home, just for teen minutes I said to myself. I visited section 3 were my granny is, but I should never have done that. When I came all of the new flowers we had left were all dead and instead of beautiful white snow on her grave, there were only black ashes lying there on top of her. I started thinking of every terrible story I could ever imagine. Is this her ashes, was anyone by her grave, who did this to her or is this just normal? It couldn’t be I said to myself, every other grave was packed with white snow, except the one I was standing in front of. How could that be? So I remembered starting scrubbing all of it with my bare hands, freezing cold but I couldn’t have it looking like that. Afterwards I went home, I didn’t want to upset my parents so I just kept what happened for myself. I started making it in to a tradition visiting and checking up on her grave. I decided to do it every Monday and every time I went by it looked just as nice as I left it. Until one day, I remember skipping the Monday the week before because of musical rehearsal. I wasn’t happy about it but I was just so exhausted that I had to go straight home to bed. I though that everything would be just all right if I waited one week. But it wasn’t, the next time I went by her grave it looked like the first time I told you about. Once again all the new flowers were all dead and the grave was packed with black ashes. So I did it all over and started scrubbing it all away. All of a sudden I noticed something weird and something I had never seen in my entire life. The top of the coffin was gone and all I could see was the silk pillow and duvet. I have never been so freaked out, seriously I didn’t know what to do. So I remember just running home shouting at my parents, they got all freaked out as well and that was the start of my case against the police.