Burningepitaph
05-05-2004, 08:53 PM
The Story of the Burning Epitaph
By: Craig DeWaele
Date: 2-11-04
It had been the fifth day in a row it had stormed like this. I barely knew what it use to look like. Ever since his death it had stormed. He was buried a couple of days ago. I could not believe how he died. In such a way was meant for a witch in the middle ages. He was burned till there was nothing but his bones were left. I had visited the funeral and it was a closed casket. The day his was buried was one of the gloomiest of days. He was loved by many even I love the guy as a friend he had help me threw a lot.
Every day after his burial I visited his grave. His grave was still fresh so was the flower that were laid there. But today I was afraid of the grave and I had no idea of why. On the stone it read, “ Here lies Tom Lino, He shall never be forgotten by his family and friends.
When I started to head for my car ever single letter on his stone burst in flames. As if it was mocking his death or trying to remind me of how he had died. In my horror I ran to one of the hoses and turn on the water and sprayed the tombstone. When the flames were gone I fell to the grown on my knee and cried. After I had stop crying I headed for my car again and as I started to leave the tombstone ignited again. I stop the car and ran and I put the flames out same I did the last time. After the flames were gone I sat on the ground and cried in my hands and remember how he had died. I pushed him to the fire. I killed him! I was amazed as he was burning to death and yet I was sadden. I left and while I was leaving the stone was engulfed in flames but I did nothing about it. I realized I had the thrill to kill now. I tried to fight the urges but I kill again. I cried as I watch her die. Another friend I had killed. She was missing to others but I knew were she was. When they found her remains they could only identify her by her teeth and I was never caught. I visited both of their graves since they were right next one another but enough room between for one more person. One day I was visiting, Both of the stones burst in flames. It drove me insane and I could not live with it. The flames haunted my dreams. They had found me not long after I had died. I was buried in between both of them My family was sadden by my death but they will find out what I had done.
Epitaph: The writting on a head stone
By: Craig DeWaele
Date: 2-11-04
It had been the fifth day in a row it had stormed like this. I barely knew what it use to look like. Ever since his death it had stormed. He was buried a couple of days ago. I could not believe how he died. In such a way was meant for a witch in the middle ages. He was burned till there was nothing but his bones were left. I had visited the funeral and it was a closed casket. The day his was buried was one of the gloomiest of days. He was loved by many even I love the guy as a friend he had help me threw a lot.
Every day after his burial I visited his grave. His grave was still fresh so was the flower that were laid there. But today I was afraid of the grave and I had no idea of why. On the stone it read, “ Here lies Tom Lino, He shall never be forgotten by his family and friends.
When I started to head for my car ever single letter on his stone burst in flames. As if it was mocking his death or trying to remind me of how he had died. In my horror I ran to one of the hoses and turn on the water and sprayed the tombstone. When the flames were gone I fell to the grown on my knee and cried. After I had stop crying I headed for my car again and as I started to leave the tombstone ignited again. I stop the car and ran and I put the flames out same I did the last time. After the flames were gone I sat on the ground and cried in my hands and remember how he had died. I pushed him to the fire. I killed him! I was amazed as he was burning to death and yet I was sadden. I left and while I was leaving the stone was engulfed in flames but I did nothing about it. I realized I had the thrill to kill now. I tried to fight the urges but I kill again. I cried as I watch her die. Another friend I had killed. She was missing to others but I knew were she was. When they found her remains they could only identify her by her teeth and I was never caught. I visited both of their graves since they were right next one another but enough room between for one more person. One day I was visiting, Both of the stones burst in flames. It drove me insane and I could not live with it. The flames haunted my dreams. They had found me not long after I had died. I was buried in between both of them My family was sadden by my death but they will find out what I had done.
Epitaph: The writting on a head stone