ghosts, either. Zane entered the cemetery, leaving me the only one standing near the car. Yeah, cemeteries at night were creepy. I looked around. All of the headstones loomed like ghosts in the darkness. One, a huge angel, seemed to be glaring down at me.
The silence weighed down on me. The soft crunch of footfalls on the frosty ground made me keep looking behind me to make sure no one was following me even though logic told me it was the rest of the group moving.
With shivers up my spine and the hair on my neck at attention, I was creeped out by the whole scene. I decided the faster I took three hundred pictures, the faster I got to leave the spooky cemetery and go home and sleep.
I tiptoed into the cemetery. Tree limbs hung down like twisted arms in the moonlight. The headstones cast inky black shadows. The ground made a cracking sound almost like glass breaking under my feet, and I began shooting random pictures. I walked for awhile and couldn’t hear the others anymore. As I stepped behind one monolith, I froze, thinking I saw a ghost.
I shot a few pictures of it, since that, after all, was why we were here. It lay on the ground and looked like a man. I crept a little closer and it didn’t move, so I shot another twenty or so pictures. I walked closer yet. In the moonlight, it looked as if the man wore a red blazer and a button down shirt. His legs lay in an odd position, and he was still not moving.
I got closer and shot more pictures. I guess it made sense. I mean if there were vampires and witches, why not ghosts? And since I had decided I was officially crazy, why not embrace the craziness? Okay, there were ghosts and I was getting some great pictures of one. Maybe I could sell them to the National Enquirer and become so rich that I would be considered eccentric rather than nuts.
The ghost still didn’t move, and I realized I must be a really good ghost hunter to get so close. I snapped more shots. About five feet away from the thing, I began to wonder if he wasn’t a ghost after all.
His eyes faced up and his mouth hung open. Oh God, was he a dead guy?
I could not have found a dead body. Looking around, I realized the monolith was the last of the headstones and I probably stood on the edge of the cemetery. I backed away from the body, but couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Yup, I’d found a body. Shit.
And then I fell.
I yelped, but I didn’t fall far. Only about six feet, since I landed in a grave.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I pulled myself to a sitting position. Actually, I was probably better off in a grave than up there, looking at a body.
Until the body fell in, too. Zombie!
I screamed a good one when he plopped like a sack of potatoes on my legs. By kicking at him, I managed to get my legs free, which was good since I wasn't sure how good a camera would be against a zombie. He didn’t try to grab me, he just lay there like a…dead body. Someone just threw a dead guy on me.
Footsteps ran away above me, and then more footsteps ran toward me.
I looked up, but Vance’s head blocked some of my moonlight.
“Help!” I squeaked.
He put an arm down and pulled me out of the hole.
Gary, Jimmy and Zane all gaped at me. My hair had fallen down again and mud, some dried vampire blood, and some dead guy cooties covered my hair and clothes.
I was not at my best.
I started to cry. I know, it’s so terribly girly, but let’s sum up here. I drove from south of Pittsburgh to northeast Ohio. Then, I ran a weird store and stabbed a vampire. I got bit in the ass at a strip club and I made out with the vampire I stabbed. Now, I stood rumpled and smelly in a dark cemetery, where I found a dead body and had it thrown on me in a grave. I couldn’t help it, I had reached my weird limit for one twenty four hour period. I wanted to curl up with a sloppy pizza and a good book and pretend I wasn’t me. Instead, I was stuck in a graveyard with a dead body, three ghost hunters and a vampire.
When I
The silence weighed down on me. The soft crunch of footfalls on the frosty ground made me keep looking behind me to make sure no one was following me even though logic told me it was the rest of the group moving.
With shivers up my spine and the hair on my neck at attention, I was creeped out by the whole scene. I decided the faster I took three hundred pictures, the faster I got to leave the spooky cemetery and go home and sleep.
I tiptoed into the cemetery. Tree limbs hung down like twisted arms in the moonlight. The headstones cast inky black shadows. The ground made a cracking sound almost like glass breaking under my feet, and I began shooting random pictures. I walked for awhile and couldn’t hear the others anymore. As I stepped behind one monolith, I froze, thinking I saw a ghost.
I shot a few pictures of it, since that, after all, was why we were here. It lay on the ground and looked like a man. I crept a little closer and it didn’t move, so I shot another twenty or so pictures. I walked closer yet. In the moonlight, it looked as if the man wore a red blazer and a button down shirt. His legs lay in an odd position, and he was still not moving.
I got closer and shot more pictures. I guess it made sense. I mean if there were vampires and witches, why not ghosts? And since I had decided I was officially crazy, why not embrace the craziness? Okay, there were ghosts and I was getting some great pictures of one. Maybe I could sell them to the National Enquirer and become so rich that I would be considered eccentric rather than nuts.
The ghost still didn’t move, and I realized I must be a really good ghost hunter to get so close. I snapped more shots. About five feet away from the thing, I began to wonder if he wasn’t a ghost after all.
His eyes faced up and his mouth hung open. Oh God, was he a dead guy?
I could not have found a dead body. Looking around, I realized the monolith was the last of the headstones and I probably stood on the edge of the cemetery. I backed away from the body, but couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Yup, I’d found a body. Shit.
And then I fell.
I yelped, but I didn’t fall far. Only about six feet, since I landed in a grave.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I pulled myself to a sitting position. Actually, I was probably better off in a grave than up there, looking at a body.
Until the body fell in, too. Zombie!
I screamed a good one when he plopped like a sack of potatoes on my legs. By kicking at him, I managed to get my legs free, which was good since I wasn't sure how good a camera would be against a zombie. He didn’t try to grab me, he just lay there like a…dead body. Someone just threw a dead guy on me.
Footsteps ran away above me, and then more footsteps ran toward me.
I looked up, but Vance’s head blocked some of my moonlight.
“Help!” I squeaked.
He put an arm down and pulled me out of the hole.
Gary, Jimmy and Zane all gaped at me. My hair had fallen down again and mud, some dried vampire blood, and some dead guy cooties covered my hair and clothes.
I was not at my best.
I started to cry. I know, it’s so terribly girly, but let’s sum up here. I drove from south of Pittsburgh to northeast Ohio. Then, I ran a weird store and stabbed a vampire. I got bit in the ass at a strip club and I made out with the vampire I stabbed. Now, I stood rumpled and smelly in a dark cemetery, where I found a dead body and had it thrown on me in a grave. I couldn’t help it, I had reached my weird limit for one twenty four hour period. I wanted to curl up with a sloppy pizza and a good book and pretend I wasn’t me. Instead, I was stuck in a graveyard with a dead body, three ghost hunters and a vampire.
When I
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