Chapter 23: Blue Hills Cemetery
The dirt road inside Blue Hills Cemetery weaved left and right. Graves were illuminated in the U-Haul’s headlights. I saw angels, two cement gargoyles, and a number of mausoleums. The property was creepier than my killing spree. Pines trees were huddled together next to what looked like a fountain near the center of the cemetery. Zombie called the sculpture Venus Dying but I thought he was f*****g stupid and lying. Beyond the fountain was a small house, which looked more like a tool shed. A single light was on inside and shined bright on the first floor. The second floor was pitch-black. As the U-Haul slowly moved toward the edifice, I asked Zombie, “Is this where you live?”
“I do.” It was the first time he hadn’t stammered; not that I was impressed.
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