"The Devil and the Drunk" (Story pt. 4)
Part 3
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"Let's break into the cemetery!" Maureen sat across from me tormenting her cat.
"That's stupid. We never go in. We'll just stand around looking like idiots."
"This time we'd have to promise to go in."
"I don't see myself going past those walls."
The truth of the matter is Maureen didn't relish the idea either.
My encounter with the old woman at the park had been on my mind for the week since it had happened, and I saved the evening from certain boredom. At least that's what I thought at the time.
"I think I know something we could do."
Maureen put a new CD in the player. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, last week when I went to my tutor, I saw this park. There was this old drunk there, and she was ranting and raving about how it was cursed or damned or something. Maybe we ought to go check it out."
"We're not backing out of this one at the last minute are we?"
"It's just a park."
"Right."
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Twenty minutes later, we were there. Standing on the sidewalk next to the raised park we wondered what to do.
"So how are we going to find out if this is a cemetery?"
"Should we dig?"
"We don't have anything to dig with, you idiot!"
"We could just go around the edges and see if anything is sticking out." Maureen started walking, inspecting the sides.
"You mean like a bone or something? Get real! Besides, it's all covered by cement."
"Not all the way." Maureen knelt down next to a tree. "Over here the roots have broken out. Maybe a body has been pushed through." She began searching for other such breaches.
I stood still looking into the park.
"What's the matter, Christina?"
"I don't remember seeing that fountain in the middle there."
"Wow, look at the flowers around it too. They're beautiful!"
"Yeah, that's what intrigued me in the first place. It's early for flowers. I'm surprised that they even have water running in that fountain. A couple of weeks ago it would have been frozen solid."
"Someone's coming."
Part 5
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"Let's break into the cemetery!" Maureen sat across from me tormenting her cat.
"That's stupid. We never go in. We'll just stand around looking like idiots."
"This time we'd have to promise to go in."
"I don't see myself going past those walls."
The truth of the matter is Maureen didn't relish the idea either.
My encounter with the old woman at the park had been on my mind for the week since it had happened, and I saved the evening from certain boredom. At least that's what I thought at the time.
"I think I know something we could do."
Maureen put a new CD in the player. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, last week when I went to my tutor, I saw this park. There was this old drunk there, and she was ranting and raving about how it was cursed or damned or something. Maybe we ought to go check it out."
"We're not backing out of this one at the last minute are we?"
"It's just a park."
"Right."
________
Twenty minutes later, we were there. Standing on the sidewalk next to the raised park we wondered what to do.
"So how are we going to find out if this is a cemetery?"
"Should we dig?"
"We don't have anything to dig with, you idiot!"
"We could just go around the edges and see if anything is sticking out." Maureen started walking, inspecting the sides.
"You mean like a bone or something? Get real! Besides, it's all covered by cement."
"Not all the way." Maureen knelt down next to a tree. "Over here the roots have broken out. Maybe a body has been pushed through." She began searching for other such breaches.
I stood still looking into the park.
"What's the matter, Christina?"
"I don't remember seeing that fountain in the middle there."
"Wow, look at the flowers around it too. They're beautiful!"
"Yeah, that's what intrigued me in the first place. It's early for flowers. I'm surprised that they even have water running in that fountain. A couple of weeks ago it would have been frozen solid."
"Someone's coming."
Part 5
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