A Shallow Grave

[Calvin Ingram]

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There ain't no grave can hold my body down.
There ain't no grave can hold my body down.
When I hear that trumpet sound.
I'm gonna rise right out of the ground.
Ain't no grave can hold my body down. [/glow]

Nothing was the same again, there was no remorse in my heart whatsoever and feelings of happiness subsided into a pool of nothingness. Call me emotional but do you really want to walk a mile in my shoes.I was born in a shallow grave and cursed beyond recognition to be a messenger between both worlds.


Its pitch black as I lay in a nearby Grave somewhere in Scotland feeling the wind hit me. The wind is chill like a snow cone on a hot summer’s day. I need to find a since of closure one day as I’m leaning towards borderline insane.The wet, damp and sunken grave is housed by thousands of worms; they crawl up the small of my back. The feeling will freak out anyone but I’m not just anyone. I’m accursed in life to deliver a bitter message.


Something, which will surely shake the foundations of this life and the confines of the afterlife in due time. Don’t shut out the ideas of me because of how I’m perceived. Even Socrates was looked at as crazy but he wasn’t just different. He died crazy but his pupil Aristotle was widely accepted. On a large scale as well nothing medium or small. Winston Brookes found me in a graveyard while looking to pay respects to a fallen friend. We shared a common interest of making a difference no matter the body of work. I was submersed into the wrestling world by that time I could never really resurface. You see if people say Donovan Caine is my real name they are mistaken. I haven’t a name to come home to.


They said I was born in a shallow grave which is true the aspect of Donovan Caine was born in a shallow grave. But the John Doe was born here in Scotland, there’s no one who would talk to me about a past. As the past me was nor a “Grave Stalker” nor a King. But now as the clock strikes into a blackened midnight I presume all hope is lost.



I am an outcast, a lone wander and my sorrow stretches like an invisible dagger killing all who don’t understand me. They don’t believe in my message of trying to rid the world of lost souls and modern day demons. I wrestled a two headed Gargoyle once last October in an attempt to prove to everyone my truth. But the Gargoyle escaped and people dubbed me as a nut case so much that Winston Brookes fired me. So you see as you may there’s nothing in this world left fighting for now. What I fight for is neither Human nor Animal it’s a kindred spirit.The spirit of a girl who’s memory is all I have.


Her blue eyes aren’t escaping my thoughts as I toss and turn inside the grave. I feast upon some of the worms that made it into my mouth. Tasting of natural nutrients and dead soil made me feel enjoyment. I sit up grabbing my black trench coat which was littered in midnight rain and swung it onto my body. I placed my black steel bat onto my shoulders before heading forward.Into the bitter unknown where there nothing was sacred or meaningful.



I was strong as an Ox but was handicapped by loneliness. When in the dead of night I saw nothing but an old warehouse which was illuminated by the moon. I crept in the warehouse after breaking away rusted chains with the use of my trusty bat.The hissing of something was an indication of that someone dead or close to dead was nearby. I run to the location but the pounding of my feet is just dead silent.



Enclosed in a small room is a teenaged girl gravely who is wounded all over her nude and exposed body. I kick the padlock repeatedly before it bends wide enough for my bat to knock it lose. Once in the room I look around to see if there’s trouble. Without much to go on I drop my bat, untie the girl and hold her in my arms. I hear clinging of metal steps coming towards my direction tenderly dropping the girl as I pick up my bat.To make it easier on myself the lights in the room I quickly turn off.



The man responsible stands a few feet away from me noticing the lights’ off. He comes in the room to investigate before cutting the lights on to see my silhouette on the ground. He pulls his pistol from his waist searching the room for me. He looks and looks but cannot spot me. He even looks to sky and to the ground beneath his vile feet he walks on. But he cannot see what opposes him. I can see all of him and the girl lying on the floor close to death. A drowning clicking noise is heard as he rushes out of the room to investigate. He comes back ten minutes later with seven more guys. I recognize the symbol on their arms from my nightmares it’s the work of a cult. The same cult which has been terrorizing Scotland for over twenty years now called Kaos içinde isyancýlar which is turkish for Rebels In Chaos.


The original leader of the cult was a Turkish immigrant who came to Scotland to start a purge of sin and impurities. But what he did wasn’t scaring people to repent like I tried to but he was killing innocent people. I chose my cause of helping out people in this life and the nect. Whether my message is wrong or right it has an overall great purpose. These wretched individuals kill for the power not for the cause. My shadow still bares down upon the men searching for me. While I am in hiding four of the eight men try to have their way with the half dead teenager.


I feel sick to my stomache but can’t blow my cover just yet. Her screams feel the warehouse as tears start to form in my eyes. I notice a tear fall upon the original guy who chain reacted this whole situation. He was tall and rather pale he looked irish from my perspective. All the cult members were from different nationalites all brought together by a sick epiphany.




Unknown Irishman:What the F---!Sebastian,Hawk,Felix & Rex don’t just get some more of her. We have orders to recover a body. It’s been missing since last year. First we have to exterminate that little prostitute then we have to follow up on this. The guy’s name is Alec Firth and the where abouts of his body is of great importance. I mean who’s idea was it to leave his body near the water anyway? But none the less kill her and let’s get a move on. That’s it get off of her and take her out fellas.




As the cult is about to murder someone Innocent I swoop down and in an instant start to unleash some pain. The steel bat meets the flesh of one of the four who violated this young girl. Sebastian cracks under the cold steel heaving as I nail him in the lower back. I am methodical in his dissection like some high priced surgeon. The anguish on his face is not a delight but it is a good enough punishment.


Hawk shoots at me but misses every time; I rush him and shove the bat into his abdomen. Most of the cult scatters as I throw Felix into Rex before knocking them both out. The bat rams into Felix & Rex with so much force they end up bleeding from their foreheads. The Irishman lastly stands a few feet away from me claiming that he’ll shoot before turning to try to run. He hits his head upon an adjacent steel beam collapsing in the middle of the floor. I tend to the young girl as she wakes up briefly mouthing the words “brother”.


I have no relation to her but I can chalk that up as strange. Maybe she thought I was her brother coming to rescue her. I carry her to the hospital not stopping until we reach the nearest one in distance.I drop her gently into a chair in the hospital’s lobby & approach the front desk with purpose.The nurse at the lobby’s desk isn’t paying attention to me while I relay what’s wrong.



Nurse: What seems to be the matter?





I tense up thinking she should just look at me. But again maybe this was for the best.





Donovan Caine: A girl she was hurt real bad and raped by this cult.


The nurse’s ears perked up listening to what I had to say but barely looked up.




Nurse: Can you tell me her name?





I look around the hospital without a clue what to respond. But the truth was better than a fabricated lie.




Donovan Caine: No, miss I don’t know her name. But she needs help.



The nurse reassures me that it’s alright if I don’t know her name.






Nurse: What is your name sir?




She asked me what was my name and I laughed for a moment before telling her.





Donovan Caine: My name is of no importance but some refer to me as a “Grave Stalker”.




The nurse looks to be concerned by what I just told her but doesn’t look up at all still.





Nurse: What’s your relation to the victim?







I eye the nurse and think briefly before turning to leave as she then looks up seeing my black trench coat. She then eyes my long black hair before going over to tend to the hurt teenaged girl. I hope she is going to be okay. But if she was going to die I’d feel her spirit leaving her body by now. The night air was upon my flesh as I remembered the warehouse. The leader of the cult was looking for a missing body since last year. The name Alec Firth gave me no recollection at all though.But there has to be more to that name than anything else. If that was my name in a previous life then I must delve deeper. My footsteps upon the hallow road was quiet as ever. If you want to know of your demise just pray to god at night for a revelation. He will send upon to you a message of sheer assurance.



That you won’t meet death until the Grim Reaper comes through your window. As you sleep at night you will die peacefully due to his promise. Then I will come to lead your spirit onto the afterlife making a deal to you that your grave won’t be disturbed by anyone but me. Your spirit then sets off to heaven while you smile at me for the very last time. I’m no reaper but I’m the man in the middle of an ongoing struggle. A man’s mission of preserving life and death for all humanity. It’s a gift and a curse wrapped tightly into one.




When you hear the night air whistle and the wolves howl that’s me passing through. When it rains and storms one fateful night when you’re in bed that’s me crying in the balance. My pact with God is stronger than any friendship and or relationship. I serve him well and as a worthy servant I’m another step at reclaiming a sense of who I am. As I enter Action Packed Wrestling there’s something that all of the Mega stars should know.



They should know that there’s no grave holding me down.
I climb inside my unmarked grave as the storm starts up again.
I cry a little lying back onto the thousands of worms as I make sure I’m comfortable.Closing my emotionless eyes as Justin Hume the graveyard’s undertaker begins to fill up my grave.The dirt covers me completely as there’s nothing left to do for now but wait. Wait until it was time to rise again and finish my never ending mission of faith & obedience.

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Well, meet me Jesus, meet me.
Meet me in the middle of the air.
And if these wings don't fail me.
I will meet you anywhere.
Ain't no grave can hold my body down.
There ain't no grave can hold my body down. [/glow]

FIN