“I'M DOWN HERE!”
The voice seemed to come from about ten feet behind her and, strangely, from about six feet below.
Gertie followed the disembodied voice which ultimately led her to the side of an open grave. Luckily the moon light was bright enough for her to see into its depths.
“What on earth are you doing down there?” she asked.
Noah was sat on his backside on top of a coffin looking up at his girlfriend. He had a very hacked off look on his face.
“I'm not on earth. I'm bloody well under it. And my bum hurts.”
“Noah.”
“Yes, dear.”
“You do realise there's no lid on that coffin don't you?”
Noah looked down. There, between his splayed legs was the head of a, well he didn't exactly know who or what it was but that was beside the point quite frankly. Ultimately he was sat on top of
