Jacob lived well into his sixties, before he died he asked to be burried, not next to his parrents, or foster parents but, by his Parents old cabin.
After they heard this, John and Kate talked it over.
"Shouldn't we have him buried somewhere closer, you know more convenient?" Beth asked.
"You have a point, but he's always been attached to the cabin, we should honor his last wish, shouldn't we?" John replied.
They argued back and fourth, for a little before deciding to honor his last request.
The Time came for the funeral, it was just them, Kate and the pastor, their father had never made many friends.
After the funeral, Jacob was buried, and everyone went their separate ways.
Five years later John, was woken up, at seven a.m. to his phone ringing, he picked it up.
"H-hello, who is this?" He asked.
"John its me, Beth."
"Ok, so why are you waking me up at seven in the morning?" He groaned.
"I was thinking we should, go over and pay respects to dad." Kate said.
"No." John sad flatly.
"No!" He said again.
"But w-we haven't been there, since he was buried." She said.
"Fine, I'm getting up, what time will you be here?" He asked.
"I'm already outside." She said.
"Oh of course." John sighed.
Within the hour, they were driving down the road, to the country, and with in the next four hours they were on the dirt road, leading to the cabin.
When they pulled up at the cabin, to their surprise someone was already there, a man in black suite, and black rimmed hat, he was holdind a bougette of floweres.
John got out of the car and walked over. "Sir, you are not allowed to be here." He said.
The man placed the flowers on the grave, stood up and turned around.
He Had Long messy black hair, bright green eyes, and was leaning on a wooden cane, he wasnt moving.
"Listen if you don't get out, I'll have to hurt you." John said.
The man grinned. "Go ahead and try." He said under his breath.
"What did you just say to me!?"John demanded.
The man's smile grew larger. "I said, go...ahead...and...try." The man said
"Oh, that's it." John growled, swing his fist, at the man.
John fell, on the ground, his head throbbing , where the man had hit him, he tried getting up, but the man pressed the cane into his back.
"Now I'm going to give you a chance, to not act up, ok?" The man said.
"Ok, fine just let me up." John groaned.
"Say please." The man said, still grinning.
"Fine fine, please may you let me up?" John said.
"That's better." The man said, lifting the cane.
John scrambled up, and ran up to stand next to Beth, who had got out of the car when she had seen John get hit.
The man paced over to them. "I believe we got off on them wrong foot, It's a pleasure to meet you." He said holding out his hand.
Neither of them shoke it.
"So, why did you say you're here?" The man asked.
"We're here to pay respects to our father." Beth said.
"Your father?" The man asked, then there was a look of realization came to his face. "J-Jacob was you Father, you guys are John and Beth?' He asked.
"Look I don't know how you know us, or who you are but you really have to leave."
"Relax I'm here for the same reason as you." He said, calmly.
"So you're here to pay respects to how father?" Beth asked.
"Yes, I've known you father since he was a child." The man said.
"Forgive me, but you look awfully young to have known our father when he was that age." Said kate.
"Oh, I'm older then you know, little girl." Said the man. "You kids be good now." He chuckled, tipping his hat to them, as he walked past them, he walked to the edge of the ravine.
"Sir, wait what are you doing?" John cried out to him, as the man jumped off.
They both raced over to the edge and looked down, there was no sign of the man.
"John should we call the police?" Kate asked.
"No let's just go." John said.