Spirits
Photo Source To Cinta Hallowed grounds can hold many dark and troubling secrets; you just have to be willing to listen. Levi didn’t. He could, of course. He had the ability to listen to the departed; he chose not to. It was easy enough – Levi just tuned them out. Tonight was no different. Spirits tried communicating with him as he wandered through a random New York cemetery – paper pad and pencil in hand. After a day of janitorial work, Levi enjoyed drawing a tombstone or two. It was his way to chill. Near a stunted elm tree, he found himself in the midst of the oldest memorials in the churchyard. Made from resilient limestone, the carvings, although weathered from decades of sky-born perspiration and gusting breezes, were far more intricate than those carved in the last twenty years. They were art pieces, not just slabs of ultra-shiny rock that looked shellacked. Passing by the pirate-themed marker, Levi smirked. His interest was piqued; he almost allowed i