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eyes a little. He wiped the saliva from the bottom of his lips where he sat hunched over in his lounge chair, Everywhere in the cemetery was pitch blac

table, he was careful enough not to tip the cup over. Finally, he felt his feet pressing on something hard on the ground, and then he remembered, he had purposely kept the torch under his feet for easy finding. Old age was catching o

the following morning but these days, no one was supervising him, meaning he could leave anytime it grew dark, no one

and dipped the bottom of the torch into his mouth, holding it in place wi

y wind that sent harsh bites through his jacket and into his skin. It was very

lounge chair. He would need to lock the east gate before goi

hem. He wondered why the night was this cold, the day had been so hot and now, well, maybe they were having a weather change, His mind drifted off to the hot cocoa he would have on gett

ng his torch towards the substance and

probably still drunk. He rubb

. Could this have happened when he was asleep? Did anyone forget to bury their dead loved on

yard, he had never experienced anything like this befor

eyes and opene

enc

he hair at the back of his neck stood up as he realized that someone was knocking in the

d was about to make a run for it when a shattering noise sent him flyi

w lying faced down on the ground, wide-eyed and saying his last prayers. Too

ly, he could hear movements behind him. He kn

that was when he saw him. He was standing right behind him, all suited up even though he couldn't see his fa

in a brown suit and he lo

t a ghost, I need you to answer one qu