The Boy in the Cemetery p.1
It was a cold night with the moon hiding behind clouds. Billy walked down the sidewalk past the cemetery carrying his plastic pumpkin bucket of candy. He wore a black cape & hood and a mask push up on his head. He saw someone slouching near the cemetery gate – a boy his own age, wearing a ghost costume with his head uncovered.
“Are – are you okay?” he asked the boy, who didn’t seem very happy.
“Oh…” the boy replied, “I just don’t have any friends…”
“Well…maybe I could be your friend?” Billy suggested.
“That’d be swell! Would you walk to my house with me?”
“Sure!”
“Great! C’mon!” the boy headed into the cemetery.
“Uh-” Billy said. “Wh-why are we going through the cemetery?” He was looking around so nervously that he didn’t notice how transparent the boy looked now that the moon had come out from behind the clouds.
“It’s the shortest way,” the boy said.
“Are you sure there isn’t a better way?” Bill asked as the path wound near a crypt.
“We have to go this way.”
