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

His nod seemed as if his head had grown heavy, and I saw that the main problem with being so definite all the time is the price when it doesn’t work. Nothing disturbs a Capricorn like having something go haywire, and if that haywire is a valued person, then it’s far more stressful. Ray, I could see, was in that stage. I felt a mix of glee and pity.


“Should we go home?” he asked once he’d had some coffee.


“No. We’ve paid for the week and I don’t want to go home. I want to enjoy our vacation.”


He ordered French toast and ate heartily. “No more ghosts, okay?” he said between bites.


He shook his head and sighed. “Let’s not get into it again.”


Quiet settled over the table, our divide sitting with us like some uninvited guest. Justin Cade might well have occupied a chair.


Chapter 10