Grave *not for the easily scared*

Ok, this one may not be that scary, but if you like it... they will get spookyer/ more gory (sorry, jus tthe style of this story). It will be not a one track story. It will have love and fear. You will have lots of little things that will get tied up, etc. Pls Pls Pls let this have at least one peep follow this.. pls. 

The darkness crept across the moor, and a lone figure walked across the darkened field. They sat by the gravestone made of gold, and wept a tear.
”Goodbye, I tried my best. I’m so sorry.’

They stayed by the grave till the shining orange glow of dawn crept across the horizon. At that time they walked away, and through an archway of stone. The arch fell to pieces, as they walked trough it. They did not stride out the other side. The long dark hair did not flow into the air… the figure just vanished.

Henry strode past the worn gold grave. He had read it every day of his life, and still the words found new meaning.
‘What is life without love? What is death, without reason?’
Henry was about 12, and had dark brown hair, cut quite short. His high cheek bones rose into his smiling eyes, still blurry with sleep. He yawned, and started to pick up the pace, he was going to plant a new tree today. His sister, sally, had been talking about it all week. He walked to the edge of the forest and saw a collection of people standing ready, with cups of coffee in their gloved hands. Their slow breaths clouded the frosty morning air. A man walked towards them, his bobble-hatted head bobbing towards them. He carried a small sapling over his shoulder. He strode up to Henry.

“Hi, son!” he greeted Henry with a cheery smile. “Ready?”

“YEAH!” Henry looked enthusiastic, just to please the man who loved nature so much. There was a rustle of the trees, behind them, and Sally squealed.

“A GHOST!” All the others laughed into their worm drinks, and ignored her. They started to dig the hole, and an adult glanced over to the spot where Sally was looking in terror. There was a thump, as the shovel hit a small box in the ground. Henry knelt down, and brushed the dirt from it. It was small, and fitted in the palm of his hand. He was inspecting it, as a few adults wondered over to the corner of the woods. He slipped the box into his pocket, and then looked over to the corner of the woods. Half bathed in the coring light, and half hidden in the shadows was the stumbling figure. Her skin had a strange green tinge, and she stumbled towards them. A few of the older people tutted, and turned back to the tree, but most of the crowd now headed in awe to the new attraction. As Henry moved closer, he saw the person had torn flesh, and only one arm. The person stumbled over, and moaned quietly. A girl mumbled about how real it looked. Henry smiled, this was a great costume. He needed one, for next Halloween. John, a friend of the family, moved closer, and reached out

“Is that rubber, or what? It looks…” He was cut off when he screamed, as the figure lashed out, and sunk its yellowing teeth into his arm. A trickle of warm blood soaked into his knitted green jumper. He yelled in pain, and tried to pull away. Now, people were running, and snatching up their children. Henrys heartbeat was pounding in his ears as he started to sprint towards, not away from, the beast. He jumped around, through the crowd.
” SALLY! ANSWER ME! ARE YOU OK?” He cried, looking for the mousy brown hair of his sister. He found her, looking around in terror, with tears running down her small, terrified face. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her with him, as he ran for home.