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

He waited, then huffed a sigh to announce thinning patience.


“The guy was on the stairs above me, on the first landing, but when I reached him, when I got there, when I held out my hand…” It sounded ridiculous when said out loud.


“He disappeared. Vanished. Poof, gone.”


Ray offered no comment. He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t sigh or roll his eyes, which I saw as a good thing, so I went on.


“It freaked me out, really, because, well, impossible, right? But then I saw him up on the next landing and it happened again, all the way up. He’d be there, and when I’d reach him, he’d disappear, then reappear above, on the next landing. It was like he was playing some kind of game. I thought I had him when I reached this floor, but when I looked back, he was down on the previous landing. Honestly, Ray, he could disappear and reappear in an instant.”


Chapter 9