This story may or may not be true My sister liked visiting graveyards at night, I was invited but said count me out, she laughed when I begged please take this light, lanterns are handy when ghosts are about! When she arrived at the sad cemetary, (timed it quite right for the late midnight hour) the wind it did woo a wierd commentary, but nothing on earth could make sister cower. She stepped on a stone and then heard it moan, go away human, just leave me alone! She never again asked to visit a graveyard at night, and will always refuse to turn off the light!
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