Barbara Bourke

A Dance with the Past Barbara Bourke

She had every intention of turning around and walk away, instead she pushed open the old rusty iron gate and stepped inside the old graveyard. As the gate closed behind her she felt that same magical sensation she had felt as a child and once again her peculiar fascination with this graveyard resurfaced. Meandering pensively along the winding gravelled path it saddened her to see disintegrated marble gravestones overgrown with weeds - writing unrecognisable, bleached by time and weather. Whose bones are buried six feet below? Their identity lost forever. Mist rising from the ground shrouded the graveyard in a blanket of gray transparency. It would be dark soon. She sat down on a low stone wall. Not a sound could be heard. A light breeze from the ocean caused a faint pulsating vibration through the air. In contrast to the decay of the old graveyard was the lighthouse on the hill standing strong and majestic against the gloomy sky. All of a sudden she heard muffled sounds coming form the back of the graveyard. Voices? Even with darkness creeping in she became aware of shadowy movements. Shadows and voices seemed to be coming closer. Was this for real or just her mind playing tricks on her? This was her last thought before darkness engulfed her mind. That early evening in the old graveyard was the beginning of something so astounding bizarre that Alex believed she was losing her sanity. Will she, with the help of her friends and the guidance of the universe, solve the mystery? How far will she have to go to put together the pieces of the puzzle?