A soul doomed to wander in limbo (a Writer's Cramp entry) |
There is an old myth that those who's bodies remain unburied are doomed to wander the limbo between the world of matter and the world of the spirit. I can tell you, from experience, that those of us who lie in unmarked graves suffer the same fate. I am one of fifty boys lost in the woods of matter, unable to ascend into the next world because my body lays in an unmarked grave. My story began innocently, I had just turned thirteen and I was angry with my parents because they would not let me go out with my friends and stay up after midnight. So I ran away from home, in order to get as far from my parents as possible, I stole a car. For this infraction, I was sent to the House of Horrors reform school. That was not the name of the school, but that is what it was to us; to the eighty-one students who died after being dragged to the square white cinder block building we called The White House. There are thirty-one white crosses in the reform school cemetery that mark the graves of those fortunate enough to be remembered. I am one of the forgotten. I am one of the missing. My body dumped in an unmarked grave. My soul consigned to wander aimlessly, never to find rest or honor; never to join my parents or sibling in the after life. I haunt the grounds where my bruised body lays. The reform school is closed, but my body remains undiscovered. Everyday I try to contact the living who walk through or past the cemetery. Evey night, I howl my terror to the wind, hoping someone will hear my cries and search for my grave. All I want is a white cross to mark my final resting place so that my soul can ascend into the next world. I do not want to spend eternity roaming between matter and spirit, unable to find the rest my soul so desperately desires. |