“You’re joking right? It’s almost midnight Mary.”
“Oh, is poor Jim scared of little ghosties?”
“Don’t be daft, I just… well… um…”
“You’re scared.”
“Okay, but if anything happens, it’s your fault.”
Mary laughed and walked through the ornate archway and onto the path through the graveyard. Reluct...
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