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

Foxy’s bar was L-shaped and we sat at the long part, the shorter section cutting over to a wall. I ordered a mineral water, took a few sips, and told Ray he should come upstairs. “You’ve had quite a bit to drink.”


“For what? Are you trying to drown something?”


“Somebody,” he said, lifting his glass in salute, then draining it.


“No, never you. The ghost.” He said this loud enough for heads to turn.


“Let’s go upstairs. If you keep on, you’ll pass out and you don’t want to do that here.”


I paid the tab and got him on his feet. He began to giggle, which worked in my favor as I knew this phase. Pliable. I put an arm around him and started out, only then catching sight of Justin Cade sitting at the end of the bar where it met the wall. He had no drink and I wondered if others could see him. Ray obviously hadn’t.


Chapter 13