Midnight. I walked through the graveyard, stuck in a dare. I passed by what seemed like hundreds of tombstones. Suddenly, the graveyard digger popped out of nowhere and said, "Hello, I heard you're moving in here next week Sunday? We're always glad to have new tenants."
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