The ghosts gathered at the fence of the graveyard. Sheila, a seeker in the world of paranormal was explaining this to us. We saw nothing, but we believed her. Then the sheriff came and told us to go away, because we were disturbing the ghosts.
“Did someone complain?” Sheila asked.
He stared at her for a long time, then looked towards the graveyard. Suddenly Sheila smiled. The cop grumped, got in his car and drove away.
Sheila turned to us and screamed. One by one each of our friends heads popped like zits. Blood everywhere. June, Fred, Pete, Harry, then...
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