I’m heading off tomorrow morning in search of another ghost story. Believe it or not, I’ll be meeting with a man who describes himself as a gravedigger. I’ve known him since I was a child and he’s now in his eighties and still working in the graveyard. My uncle rang to say Old Tom had a story for me and I was ordered to be there tomorrow morning. There’s a secret concerning the graveyard, my uncle hinted, but refused to say more on the subject and I can’t figure out what it could be. I spent most of my childhood holidays here and have never noticed anything odd about the place, other than like all graveyards, it’s gloomy. I’ve been tormented since I got the phone call, because there are countless generations of my family buried there and I would hate to think their rest is being disturbed by some menace or other. Either way, I’ll find out tomorrow and let you know all about it on Friday. God, I hope the sun is shining, because there’s nothing worse than standing among graves when the sky is overcast and the trees send darting shadows along the walls. Sleep tight, I know I won’t.
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