SIX – THE CEMETERYMy buddy, Paul, had a girlfriend who lived on a street adjacent to Mt. Olivet Cemetery, and when he visited her, I’d sometimes accompany him. As her house was a few miles away, it always took us about forty minutes to get there on our bicycles.
Once we arrived, Gloria from next door and a few of the other neighborhood kids walked over to join us on her porch. We’d sit on the steps of her small house, which directly faced the cemetery across the street, and often talked about all manner of weird stuff. Once, somebody mentioned a grave stone deep within the cemetery that spewed blood continuously every evening until midnight.
The neighborhood kids all remembered hearing about it but never chose to investigate. They were sure that something evil lurked there and had all wa
