Tony pulled into the graveyard. Five minutes he thought; how hard can five minutes be...it was just a stupid bet. Braking his truck, he opened the door and felt a chill tickle his spine. He glanced down at his watch and read its tiny digits. 12:00 blinked back at him. He looked around and spotted the grave. Mr. Glemmer’s grave. Mr. Glemmer was a one-armed pirate who was accused of killing someone’s brother. There was no trial, they just hung him in the town’s square and later, when they went to collect the body, his head was missing. To this day the legend is that he roams around the cemetery every full moon looking for his head.
Tony heard the snap of branches. Under normal circumstances it wouldn’t have bothered him. But at this moment it was like the bats of hell, tolling their knell and it rang in his ears. His heart skipped a beat and his breath was short and forced. The wind blew the leaves and they encircled him as if to warn him. He waited. He strained his ears, listening. But there was nothing. He laughed, but it was dead and echoed back to him void. A soft rustle jolted him out of his awake slumber. He heard footsteps and any warmth left in his body was gone now. He tensed, turned around and ran.
Safely inside his truck, he looked up and glanced back to the grave. There stood an innocent deer in the clear moonlight. he laughed again. “Wimp!” He said to himself. Breathing a sigh of relief he opened the door, startling the deer back into the woods. When he closed the door, a sharp piece of mental glinted in his side mirrors. He gasped for breath as his life emptied out of him. Where were his friends now?
Tony’s watch had been thrown off of him during the struggle. The old man, stepping on it, picked it up with his good hand and although he couldn’t read it. It read 12:03.
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