The story of a night that changed a young man's life forever.
3 young friends take an adventure that shows them things people only dream of. And into a world none could of ever speak of.
Secrets revealed, truths uncovered, and many a tale to be to...
The three of us followed the path and began our walk towards the cemetery hoping to find our way out of this living nightmare. We came across a man holding a lantern.
"Are you the caretaker?" I asked him.
He stood frozen in terror, only turning his head slightly to barely even look at us. He wouldn't speak, cry, and he wouldn't even move. His legs quivering as his knees trembled in fear. His dog stood by his side whimpering.
"Do you know where to find the mausoleum?" I asked him. No response.
"Hey, we're trying to get some help here."
No answer.
"We're gonna have to deal with this on our own," I said. We entered the graveyard past it's gates and proceeded past the tombstones.
Music was coming from all around and ghosts were flying everywhere through the sky. Ghostly Ghoulish creatures popped up from several tombstones every few seconds. Among a pair of graves were a group of musicians who didn't seem to notices us. All playing different instruments. One was playing a bagpipe, another a harp, and another a horn.
A hunchback ghost played the flute and the drummer pounded away on a tombstone. Some cats and some owls also joined in with spooky harmony.
We came across a king and queen teeter tottering on one of the tombstones. With them was a duchess on a swing drinking a cup of tea.
Every few seconds at the end of the chorus of a ghastly melody, ghouls would pop up screaming at us from the graves.
We saw a group marble busts singing a song with the music. One of them, the top half broken off and laying slantways leading the group in harmony.
All the ghosts around them were all singing the same song.
"When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake, spooks come out for a swinging wake. Happy haunts materialize, and begin to vocalize.
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize.
Now don't close your eyes and don't try to hide. Or a silly spook will sit by your side. Shrouded in a daft disguise, they pretend to terrorize.
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize.
As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree, spooks arrive for the midnight spree. Creepy creeps with eerie eyes, start to shriek and harmonize!
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize.
When you hear the knell of a requiem bell, weird glows gleam where spirits dwell. Restless bones etherealize. Rise as spooks of every size."
Running past more crypts and tombs we saw a group of ghosts, a couple gathered at a picnic table. And several other ghosts gathered around the the hearse. All of them having a tea party. Passing through we saw a group of ghosts riding bicycles through the tombstones.
A mummy sat up in an open sarcophagus talking to an elder man. The old man held an ear trumpet to his head. He was seemingly deaf as his the mummy could only mumble through his bandages, not very helpful in the old man's case.
Among a series of crypts and tombstones, stood a pair of opera singers. One female soprano and a male tenor.
A huge masked executioner was singing a duet with a decapitated knight, who held his singing head in his extended hand.
The three of us walked further down.
"I think the mausoleum is just down that way," I shouted.
"That's the one the gypsy lady told us about?" asked Zeke.
"yes. It must be," I replied."
Suddenly, the voice of the ghost host spoke once again.
"Ah, there you are. And just in time," he said. "There's a little matter I forgot to mention. Beware of hitchhiking ghosts!"
"What?!" I shouted. "why didn't you warn us before?"
"Must have slipped my mind," he said appearing by a gravestone. "They catch you, they may try to follow you home. Muahahaha! They may select you to fill our quota. And they'll haunt you until you return."
He faded away with a laugh. We walked further down to the crypt. We didn't see them, but along the path were the three hitchhikers. The apparently must have caught a glimpse of us.
"We're probably almost there, guys," I said as we walked up to the turn in the road up ahead.
"So if we go in that mausoleum, there's no coming back, is there?" Zeke asked nervously. "I have a really bad feeling about this."
"Unless you'd rather go HIS way," I said. "that's the only way we're getting out of here. Leota said so."
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"Mind if WE hitch a ride?!" three voices shouted. We turned to see the hitchhikers behind us.
One was carrying a suitcase in a top hat. The second one tall, skinny and bony with a skeletal grin on his face with a bowler hat. And lastly was a short old man in prison rags with a ball and chain.
"Oh I think not!" I replied.
The three began talk amongst one another.
"Can they see us?" The traveler asked.
"No, of course not" The prisoner said.
"yes, I can see you. I'm looking at you right now in your stupid hat, lumpy," Zeke said rudely.
"Don't listen to him. He's lying!" the prisoner exclaimed.
"look. I'm sorry about my friend," I said. "He's had a rough night. We all have. Bye."
We walked off down the turn.
"I could swear he was looking right at me," The traveler ghost said to his friends.
