A pale full moon floated in the night sky.
“You first.”
Jack whispered to Billy while they huddled next to the wrought iron
gate. “It was your idea.”
Both boys had grown up hearing stories about the Hamilton
town cemetery. Tonight, unable to resist any longer, they decided to find out
the truth.
Billy nodded and with Jack following approached the
gate. He opened it. Their shoes crunched on the gravel road
as they walked toward the mausoleum in the center.
Suddenly their fathers jumped out from behind a tree.
“Got ya.”
They shouted as the boys screamed in fright.
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