A GRAVE THAT CALLS

On a local gravestomp Dudeman, Nightshade and I kept running into each other over and over. I was merely exploring the area but they said they were tracking "a feeling".

This "feeling" brought them to a grave that I had discovered which had an unknown plant growing rampantly across it. (Which was in itself odd, because Nightshade is the resident plant-freak/ herbologist of our group...comes from the Native American blood, I believe). The plant was only growing on that one grave, which also had the distinction of being the only grave in that area of the cemetery. I took some samples of the weeds, partly because they were odd and as they were very sweet smelling, I was hoping they could be identified in the light of day.

By the next morning however, they had a rancid smell and had already started rotting to such an extent we couldn't even tell what they looked like. It was odd that the next time they went to that cemetery (I wasn't able to attend that gravestomp) they said they couldn't find the grave much less the unusual plants. What was more odd to me personally, I am highly allergic to live plants normally, but I never broke out with one blister after handling those plants.

Hopefully, we will go back some night and try to see if they can recapture the "feeling" and track it to it's source again. It will be an interesting gravestomp if so!