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| Joe |
My boyfriend was baffled, but unsure as to how to proceed. Since there was nothing he could do, he did just that: Nothing. He went to work as usual the next night. He put the incident out of his mind and decided he must have been mistaken; he did not see what he thought he saw.
Around the time when Mr. Joe usually took his lunch break, the cemetery gates opened and the cart drove through. It pulled up at the store, and its occupant got out. It was not Mr. Joe. In fact, it was Mr. Randall Smith, a member of the cemetery association.
My boyfriend naturally asked about Mr. Joe. Was he sick or somehow ill? Did he go to live with his family? Or did he retire?
Mr. Smith sadly looked at my boyfriend. He told him that he would be in the guard shack for a few days until a new guard could be hired. As for Mr. Joe, Mr. Biggs said, "I'm sorry to tell you this son, but Joe Skaggs passed away early last week. He's buried over there in the Clariton Cemetery.
It turns out that my boyfriend had seen Mr. Joe at the cemetery well over a week after Joe died. The next day my boyfriend turned in his two weeks' notice and found a new job at the previously mentioned retailer. He doesn't ever want to look at the cemetery again. When another job opening comes up, I'll be joining him. I don't deal well with the supernatural, and I'm thinking that maybe we ought to move to Dobbs City.
The End
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