This last Saturday I was with a couple friends doing super stereotypical college kid Halloween stuff- we carved pumpkins then went to go drink and walk around the cemetery.

It was great, super creepy- dim orange light from the school nearby (the high school and the community pool are right next to the cemetery, which is a little weird), heavy fog, very spooky ambiance. There are two things that creep me out about this cemetery: one is the yard outside the trailer that I image the groundskeeper lives in, which has a bunch of tiny graves (like 40) all over the lawn, of which the older person there died at two years. So just a bunch of baby graves all over this person's yard. We didn't go there, but instead went to the other end with the other creepy thing: a fucking huge mausoleum that's standing out there all by itself, away from all the other mausoleums that are normal size and kept together. This thing is the size of a small house, you'd think an entire extended family would be buried there. But it's just a single, incomplete name like "J. Smith". Why this person had such a huge tomb built for just them and then didn't put their full name on it, I don't know.

But we get there and start walking up to it when we see this long dark shape lying on the steps, kind of wrapped up in some cloth. We weren't close enough to see what it was, but didn't really want to get close enough either. While we were trying to decide what to do, this man suddenly came up behind us and started screaming at us. He seemed drunker than we were, we could hardly tell what he was saying but he obviously wanted us to go away, so we did. Quickly. He walked up to the mausoleum and we didn't stick around to see what was up.

More than likely it was just a couple homeless guys and the guy that came up to us thought we were messing with his buddy sleeping on the steps. Or it was a ritualistic murderer returning to his kill to complete his sacrifice to J. Smith. Probably the former, but that's less fun.