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

I agreed because I was gaining nothing here.


We decided on The Pantry, the diner we’d seen when walking side streets. It appeared stuck in the ’50s and it wasn’t some contemporary place going for a ’50s look. It had worn red vinyl booths, Formica tables that wobbled, and the kind of chairs I remembered from an aunt’s kitchen. As I devoured eggs, ham, potatoes, toast, and coffee,I found that the wonderful food improved my outlook enough to broach the sticky subject again.


“I’m not making things up,” I said, letting the statement stand on its own.


“I know that. You really believe it all. I get that, but the thing is, I don’t, maybe because I’m notreceptivelike you. I lack intuition, as you’ve said before. Therefore, it’s not my fault that I don’t see the ghost or buy that he’s doing things.”


“Buy? You think I’m trying to sell you on this?


A cry escaped me because I felt wounded.


Chapter 14