When Ray and Marty, partners for twelve years, decide to get away from San Francisco for a week, they choose a small town across the bay. Only upon arriving at their hotel do they discover a cemetery next door. Ray is concerned at the proximity but Marty, who has experience with ghosts, assures him the residents are the quietest neighbors.<br><br>But when the two men get drunk and have sex in the cemetery one night, things change. Mishaps occur at the hotel: an elevator gets stuck, a fire alarm sounds in the middle of the night, a door refuses to open. Marty soon realizes someone in the cemetery was disturbed by their sexual antics and is punishing them.<br>How can they escape the ghost’s wrath? More importantly, how can Marty get the skeptical Ray to even admit it’s a ghost after them?

The Cemetery Next Door

When we came to Arroyo we stepped off the train to see, beyond the parking lot, more trees and the occasional house. A quick cab ride onto what appeared a single main street took us to the Heritage Park Hotel, where we exited the cab with great excitement.


As we stood under the welcoming portico, Ray nudged me. “Look. Over there. Look.”


I glanced to my right to see trees bordering a fence, which didn’t seem out of the ordinary. “What?”


He started walking toward the fence, leaving me beside the luggage. “There are tombstones,” he said, pointing. “It’s a cemetery, Marty. A fucking cemetery. The hotel is next door to a cemetery.”


“I don’t know, it just struck me that way. Who on earth would build a hotel next to a cemetery?”


“Who cares? I don’t want to sleep next to a cemetery.”


“Oh, come on, don’t be a big baby. It looks pretty calm over there. Let’s go check in.”


Chapter 3