Have you ever played a game in a graveyard? How about Truth or Scare? The rules are simple: Choose either ‘truth’ or ‘scare’. If you choose truth, you have to answer a question truthfully. And if you choose scare, well… there’s no better place to get scared, right? Johnny and his friends are heading to an old cemetery this Halloween night to determine whether or not ghosts are real. But deep within those hallowed grounds, they’ll join in what appears to be an innocent game of Truth or Scare, completely unaware of the horrors that await them.

“You know what it means when that cemetery gate is open, right?” Gabi yelled back to the four of us. As she usually did on our walks home from school, she’d run ahead from our group to get to the crosswalk first. Gabi, Peter, Eliza, and I were all in the same fifth grade class; my little brother, Joey, was in third.
“What?” asked Peter as we caught up to her. It was a chilly day in late October; the sky was gray and most of the trees were bare with just a few orange and brown leaves hanging on.
“You know, when the gate’s open,” she said, pointing to the old cemetery entrance gate that was just barely open. “It means there’s a ghost out visiting!”
“Nuh uh,” said my little brother, Joey. “That can’t be true! Ghosts aren’t real.”
“Oh yes they are,” said Gabi. “Mrs. Bloom was reading us a story about them today and in it, the ghosts could come and go from the graveyard so long as the gates were open. And if any ghost is out of the graveyard, the gates can’t close!”
“Is that true, Johnny?” Joey asked, looking up at me.
“No,” I said. “It’s just from a story our teacher read us today.”
The light changed and we continued our walk home. We passed that cemetery every afternoon, but only since our teacher had started reading us scary stories in between our lessons had Gabi taken an interest in it.
The graveyard was old, dating back at least two hundred years, with crumbling headstones and shadowy statues keeping watch throughout. And though I had never known there to be a fence surrounding the property, an old entrance gate still stood on one corner near the road. It was more of a decoration than anything, really, since you could just as easily walk around it to get onto the grounds.
“I like how Mrs. Bloom has been reading us those stories all month,” Eliza said.
“Yeah,” agreed Peter. “It’s fun! Like the one with the – ”
“I’m telling you guys,” Gabi cut in. “When the gate’s left open like that, there’s a ghost out of its grave… probably sneaking around out here with us!”
“I don’t know if I believe that,” Eliza said quietly.
“Me neither,” Peter said.
He tried not to, but I saw Joey look back toward the graveyard and shiver. We were safely across and had reached the entrance to our street.
“Well if you’re all so sure that ghosts aren’t real, why don’t we go back tomorrow night?”
“What?” I asked.
“After everyone’s done trick or treating,” Gabi said. “Let’s meet here and see if we can see any ghosts out in the graveyard on Halloween. If none of you think there’s such a thing as ghosts, there shouldn’t be anything for you to be afraid of!”
“I don’t know,” Eliza said, her voice trailing off. We all stood there awkwardly for a moment until Gabi said those four fighting words.
“Unless you’re all chicken.”
That did it.
In a rush to prove our bravery, Peter, Eliza, and I all agreed to Gabi’s plan; Joey stood anxiously behind us, kicking a pile of leaves.
“Then it’s settled,” Gabi said. “We’ll meet back here tomorrow night, unless any of you scaredy cats decide not to show!”
“C’mon, Johnny, let’s go home,” Joey said as he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward our house.
“Fine,” I said to my friends. “See you guys at school tomorrow.”
Later that night, just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a soft knock at my bedroom door.
“Johnny?” Joey whispered.
“Yes?”
He walked in and stood at the foot of my bed.
“I can’t sleep,” he said. “I’m scared.”
“Is it because of what Gabi was saying on the way home from school today?”
“Yes.”
“Sit up here a second,” I said, patting the space next to me. “Gabi is a bossy know-it-all who was just trying to put on a show for Peter and Eliza. She knows that story from school was just a story, but she’s gotta feel like she’s braver than the rest of us.”
“I guess,” he said.
“Look,” I continued, “if you don’t want to go tomorrow night, you don’t have to.”
“No,” he said firmly. “I want Eliza, err, your friends to see I can be brave, too.”
“Okay,” I said with a grin. I had figured Joey’s not-so-secret crush on Eliza was part of this. “But remember, if you change your mind, you don’t owe them anything.”
“Ghosts aren’t real, right?”
“Right.”
“Then Gabi was right, I guess,” he said. “We don’t have anything to be afraid of.”
***
The next day was Halloween, and despite trying to enjoy our classroom party at school and trick-or-treating with Joey and Peter, I couldn’t help but feel anxious about our plans for that night. It was like a dark cloud that had hung over the entire day… Gabi had even passed me a note during math class to make sure I didn’t forget.
I knew there was no such thing as ghosts, so why couldn’t I shake that uneasy feeling?
“We’re going to meet up with Eliza and Gabi,” I explained to my mom when we returned from the last house on our block.
“That’s fine, boys,” she said. “Don’t be out late – and Johnny, look after your brother!”
And so the three of us found ourselves walking toward the graveyard that we passed by everyday on the way home from school. My vampire cape rustled the leaves behind us as we walked; I could hardly deny the dread building in the pit of my stomach. We were going to show Gabi there was no such thing as ghosts, and get back home as quickly as we could.
“Well, well, well,” Gabi said as we walked toward her and Eliza. “Look who decided to show up.”
“As if you’d let us forget it if we didn’t,” Peter said, his voice muffled behind his green monster mask.
“Guess you guys weren’t the scaredy cats I thought,” she said with a laugh, adjusting her cat-eared headband.
“Looks like you’re the only cat here tonight,” I said. Gabi rolled her eyes while Joey tried not to laugh.
“Hey guys,” Eliza said. She was dressed as a witch with an orange and black witch’s hat and held a broom at her side. “Nice cowboy costume, Joey.”
“Thanks,” he said, squeezing my hand tightly.
“Let’s get on with it,” Peter said, lifting his mask. “I wanna get home and dig into this candy!”
“Sounds good to me,” Gabi said. She turned to lead us into the graveyard, but stopped short. “Look at that, the old gate’s open. There must be ghosts out tonight.”
***
We were all a little jumpy as we walked down the main path into the cemetery, the gravel crunching under our feet. There were lampposts with flickering gas lights along the path, but it was a dark night, so I was glad that Joey had had the idea to bring our flashlights; Eliza and Peter had brought theirs, too.
Maybe it was my imagination working extra hard, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. Every statue we passed, every shadow beneath a tree… I felt like there was something observing us as we walked by. I could feel through his hand clutched in mine that Joey felt uneasy, too.
The cemetery was quiet except for the occasional car in the distance and the breeze kicking leaves up before dying down just as quickly.
“There’s nothing here but gravestones and grass,” Peter said impatiently.
“Shh,” said Gabi. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” asked Eliza.
“That,” Gabi said, looking toward a dirt path between two tall evergreen trees that led deeper into the graveyard. “Come on.”
I didn’t want to admit it, but I had heard it, too. I couldn’t tell if it was a howling or what, but we definitely weren’t alone. We followed her quietly, all of us huddled close as we walked along. The headstones just off the path were looking more weathered the further we went. I shivered, realizing we must be walking toward the oldest part of the cemetery.
“Look!” I whispered to the others. There was a flickering light ahead of us, and I could hear a high whistling sound that almost sounded like…
“Music,” said Peter. “Someone’s playing music!”
Joey’s grip on my hand tightened.
“Well let’s see who it is!” Gabi said defiantly. We walked on, closer and closer to the clearing, and as we did my heart started racing in my chest, each step feeling heavier than the last. Just as we were about to reach the light, the music stopped and a voice cut through the silence.
“Who’s there?”
Peter inhaled sharply and Eliza gasped. I looked at Gabi with my eyes wide, jerking my head toward the light.
“Go on,” I whispered. She rolled her eyes.
“Hello!” she yelled back, walking toward the light. For what felt like an hour, the four of us stood on the path until we heard her yell back to us.
“Get out here, you chickens!”
We walked toward the clearing and I was surprised to find Gabi standing with another group of kids who must have come to the cemetery after trick or treating like we did, since they were also in costumes.
“These are my friends, Eliza, Peter, Johnny,” Gabi said. “And that’s Johnny’s little brother, Joey.”
The clearing, which had seemed so bright from far away, was only dimly lit by one of the cemetery’s gas lampposts in the center, and I had a hard time making out the other kids’ faces.
“This is Wallace and Minnie,” she said, introducing the first two before turning to the others. “And this is Grace and this is Elmer.” I wasn’t sure what both of the girls were supposed to be in their frilly dresses, but the boys were both dressed as hobos with hats and oversized jackets.
“And who are you three?” I asked the kids standing in the shadows toward the back. There was a girl dressed as an angel, with big wings that almost looked like stone, and two boys: one was dressed as a soldier, the other wore a baseball uniform. The baseball player must have been the one playing the music, because he held a small fiddle.
“High schoolers,” Grace said quickly.
“They won’t tell us their names,” Elmer added. “They don’t want their friends to know they dressed up for Halloween.”
“We were just getting ready to start another round of Truth or Scare, if you guys wanted to play with us?” Wallace asked.
“What’s Truth or Scare?” Peter asked in reply.
“Oh, it’s great fun!” Minnie spoke up. “We take turns asking each other ‘truth’ or ‘scare’. If someone picks ‘truth’, you can ask them a question – any question you want! – and they have to answer truthfully. And if someone picks scare – ”
“-they have to do something scary?” Gabi interrupted.
“Exactly,” the boy dressed as the soldier said slowly from the shadows. “And once you’ve finished either your truth or your scare, you get to choose who to ask next.”
I pulled Joey closer to me as I looked toward Peter and Eliza. They shrugged their shoulders.
“Sounds like fun,” Gabi said. “We’ll play.”
“Excellent,” Minnie said with a grin.
“How long do we have to be here?” Joey asked me quietly.
“We’ll just play a round or two,” I answered. “Then we’ll be on our way home.”
“It was your turn,” Elmer said to the angel. She stepped toward the rest of us and in the glow from the lamp post, it almost looked like her dress was made of stone just like her wings were painted to be. She turned to Peter.
“Peter, right?” she asked. She spoke in a hushed tone, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Truth or scare?”
“Uhm… truth,” Peter said quickly. The angel smiled.
“Do you believe in The Governess?” she asked.
“The who?” Joey cut in with a squeak.
“The Governess,” repeated the angel.
“Who’s The Governess?” Peter asked.
“She’s a cloaked statue with no face that watches over a mass burial plot of kids that died a long time ago in a fire,” said the boy in the soldier costume. He spoke quietly, just like the angel. “Legend has it that she walks the cemetery at night, looking for trespassers.”
“They say you can hear her coming by the echoing of her hollow, metal footsteps, ringing like a bell,” said the baseball player, “and sometimes, you’ll hear her whisper through the trees. But you won’t know she’s near until it’s too late.”
I could feel Joey shudder next to me.
“Well,” asked the angel, “do you believe in the legend, Peter?”
“A statue that walks at night?” he asked. “No, of course not! That’s silly – it’s like something out of our teacher’s storybook.”
“Interesting,” the angel said with a giggle. “Better not let her catch you, then.”
“W-what happens if she catches you?” Eliza asked suddenly.
“She’ll take your face and wear it as her own!” Grace said, her hands raised. “So beware!”
Joey whimpered quietly.
“Ooh, spooky!” said Gabi, laughing. “Alright, Peter – you’re up! Who’s next?”
Peter shifted uncomfortably, then turned toward Wallace.
“Truth or scare?” he asked.
“Truth,” Wallace answered.
“Uhm, I dunno,” Peter said, kicking his feet in the grass. “D-do you believe in The Governess?”
Before Wallace could answer, a noise stopped us cold. It came from far off in the graveyard, but something about it sent a chill down my spine.
“Did you hear that?” the soldier asked the angel.
“What was that?” Minnie asked, her voice shaking.
“Johnny, I’m scared,” Joey whispered to me.
“Shh,” I said, patting his shoulder. “It’s fine.”
We stood around the lamp post, waiting to see if we’d hear it again. And just as I was starting to wonder if we’d all imagined it, the noise rang out again. This time it was closer, echoing through the graveyard and unmistakably metallic… like a bell.
“Wait,” Peter said, turning to me and Eliza. “You guys don’t think…”
“Whooooo’s out of their graaaaavvve…” a whisper floated through the trees.
“It’s The Governess!” shouted Elmer.
“Don’t let her take my face!” Joey screamed before darting into the woods.
“Joey, get back here!” I shouted, running to catch him.
***
I ran as fast as I could to catch my little brother. Over tree roots and under branches, I followed the sound of his footfall for what felt like at least a mile, my lungs burning in my chest. I finally caught up to him in another clearing; he was huddled in the shadows of a low, marble bench.
“Joey?” I called.
“Y-yes,” he said, with a sniffle.
“Hey, it’s me,” I said. He cautiously stuck his head up. When he saw it was me, he jumped on the bench, leapt through the darkness and wrapped his arms around me in one quick motion, sobbing into my shoulders.
“Can we go home?” he asked, sniffling.
“Oh yeah,” I said, “we’re out of here. We just have to find the others.”
We heard the crack of a twig and Eliza emerged from the trees, followed by the angel and the soldier.
“That kid can run,” the soldier said with admiration.
“You guys okay?” Eliza asked. Joey jumped down and stood next to me, wiping his eyes.
“Yeah,” I said. “We’re alright. Where are the others?”
“We lost them in all of that back there,” Eliza said.
“We know our way around,” the angel said softly. “We can help you find your friends.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“I know you guys have already had quite the scare,” said the soldier, “but what do you say we play another round or two while we look for them?”
I looked at Eliza, who raised her eyebrows at me. I didn’t know if we could trust these two high schoolers, but for the moment we were going to have to believe they would help us find Peter and Gabi.
“Sure, I’ll go,” I said, turning to the soldier. “Truth or scare?”
***
Halfway across the graveyard, Peter and Gabi realized they had lost us and finally stopped running. They were on a dark, dirt path deep in the cemetery. Not long after, Elmer, Grace, and Wallace caught up to them.
“What happened back there?!” Peter demanded.
“It was The Governess,” Grace said. “She almost caught us!”
“No way,” Gabi said, defiantly. “She can’t be real!”
“Says the girl who swears there’s ghosts out tonight,” Peter shot back, aiming his flashlight at her.
“Okay, fine,” Gabi said. “I know ghosts aren’t real! I was just trying to scare you guys.”
Peter sighed.
“Where are we, anyway?” Gabi asked the other three.
“We have to be in one of the oldest parts of the graveyard,” Elmer said. “There’s not even any of those lights back here.”
“Great,” said Gabi.
“How are we going to find our friends?” Peter asked.
“We’ll look for them with you,” Grace said. “Minnie’s gone, too. She’s probably with them.”
“Okay, then,” Gabi said. “Let’s start looking.”
They walked a short distance down the path when Wallace turned to Peter.
“I guess that answers that truth then,” he said.
“What?” asked Peter.
“About The Governess,” Wallace said. “The answer is yes, I do believe in the legend.”
“Yeah,” said Peter. “I guess it does.”
They continued on for a few minutes, whispering our names, when Wallace let out a chuckle.
“Hey Elmer,” he said. “Truth or scare?”
“What?” Elmer answered.
“Truth or scare?”
Elmer thought for a moment.
“Scare,” he said.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” said Wallace. “Look where we are.”
Peter held his flashlight up and both he and Gabi gasped when they saw that they were standing in front of a plot with a marker memorializing the kids who’d died in an orphanage fire over a hundred and fifty years ago; the one from the angel’s story.
It was filled with weathered headstones, most with unreadable carvings that had been beaten away by the elements over time. And in the back of the plot was an empty bench, low to the ground.
“Wallace, no…” Elmer said, his voice trailing off.
“Oh yes,” he said with a grin. “I dare you to sit on The Governess’s bench!”
***
“Truth,” the soldier answered. He and the angel were walking ahead of Eliza, Joey, and me. We were so turned around, I couldn’t tell if we were going deeper into the cemetery or not.
“Do you really know how to help us find Peter and Gabi?” I asked without thinking.
“Oh yes,” he answered, looking over to the angel. “We certainly do.”
“We’re almost to the central convergence of the cemetery’s paths,” the angel said. “We’ll be able to find them from there.”
“And with that,” the soldier said, “we have now had three truths in a row!”
“And?” asked Eliza.
“And the rules say that after three truths – or scares – in a row, the next has to be the opposite,” he said. “So whoever I choose has to do a scare.”
I inhaled sharply as Joey’s nails dug into my palm.
“And I pick little Joey.”
***
“Aaaand time!” Wallace called to Elmer from the path. Elmer jumped up from where he’d been sitting on The Governess’s bench and raced out of the plot to rejoin Peter, Gabi, and the others on the path.
“Easy as can be,” he said, catching his breath.
“Great, you did it,” Gabi asked sarcastically. “Can we go find our friends now? It’s getting late.”
“What’s the matter, Gabi,” Grace asked. “Not getting frightened, are you?”
“N-no,” she said. “That’s not it at all, it’s just… it’s getting late and we need to get going. Don’t you guys need to get home, too?”
Grace looked at Wallace then back to Gabi and Peter.
“Yes,” she said. “I guess we should be.”
“Hey, not fair!” Elmer said. “I did my scare, I still get to go!”
“Alright, fine. Are you guys okay to play one more round?” Wallace asked Peter and Gabi.
“Sure,” said Peter. “Then we need to find the others.”
“Of course,” Elmer said before looking at Gabi. “Truth or scare?”
“Scare,” Gabi said, folding her arms.
Elmer grinned what Peter described to me later as a wicked grin.
“Excellent,” he said. He pointed to one of the few headstones that was still legible in the plot. “I dare you to lie on that grave and count to a hundred.”
“Easy,” she said. “Peter, come count with me.”
“Alright,” he said and the two walked off, leaving the three other kids on the path. They stepped carefully into the grass, which was starting to dampen with late night dew.
“That’s the one,” Elmer called when they stood in front of the one he’d pointed to.
“Minerva Eastauffe,” Peter read aloud. “I wonder who she was?”
“Who cares,” Gabi said, lying down on the ground and shifting to a comfortable position. “Peter, start counting.”
“One, two, three…” he counted.
“This is nothing,” Gabi said from the ground. Peter counted on.
“Seventy two, seventy three, seventy four – ”
Without warning, a piercing scream tore through the night air. Peter stopped counting and snapped his head to look at the three kids behind him on the path, but they were gone.
“What’s going on?” he asked aloud. He turned back to face Gabi and gasped, horrified to see that the grave beneath her was glowing.
***
“You don’t have to do this,” I told Joey, glaring at the soldier for picking him.
“What do I have to do?” he asked quietly.
“Tell you what,” the soldier said, “how about I give you something that’s not too too scary?”
“That’ll be alright,” Joey said. I could tell he was scared, but I also knew he was trying to put on a brave front for Eliza.
We continued our walk to the center of the cemetery, calling for Peter and Gabi while the soldier thought over what scare to give Joey. Suddenly, he and the angel stopped.
“I know just the thing!” he said.
“W-what?” Joey asked.
“It’s simple really,” the soldier said. “See that statue over there? I dare you to dress it up for Halloween.”
Joey looked at him, confused.
“Your cowboy hat, your neckerchief, and your holster,” the soldier continued. “Told you it’d be easy.”
“That’s not so bad,” I told Joey. “Right? And I’ll come with you.”
“We’ll all come with you,” Eliza said.
“Yeah,” Joey said slowly. “That’s not so bad.”
We all walked toward the statue the soldier had pointed toward. It was carved in the likeness of a tall boy standing next to the entrance of a small mausoleum. The closer we got, I couldn’t shake a feeling of familiarity with it.
Maybe we passed by it earlier, I thought to myself.
“Well, might as well get on with it,” I said. We set about tying Joey’s bandana around the statue’s neck and fastening the holster around its waist from behind.
“Only the hat left!” the soldier said, looking around. It almost seemed like he was nervous about something.
I took Joey’s cowboy hat and just as I was about to place it on the statue’s head, I stopped and looked into its face. I dropped the hat and clapped my hand to my mouth when I realized where I’d seen the statue before: it was the high school boy who was dressed as the baseball player!
“Guys!” I shouted. “Look at this!”
And just as they reached the statue’s front, a scream erupted from behind us. We spun around to see the soldier and the angel looking on in terror. I followed their gaze and found myself looking directly at the faceless, shrouded statue known as The Governess.
***
“Ghosts out of their graves, statues running amok,” The Governess lamented from beneath the hood of her cape, “and children in the cemetery well past their bedtime!”
I held Joey and Eliza close to me, the free of us very still.
“Tsk, tsk… Halloween night is more troublesome year after year,” The Governess said with an echoing sigh. “Come with me, children. I’ll see to it that you’re escorted safely from this place.”
Joey, Eliza, and I were frozen in fear next to the statue.
“Please don’t take my face!” Joey screamed.
“Take your face? Why would I want to do that, little one?”
“But, but…” Joey started. “But they said…”
“Ahh,” The Governess said, turning toward the angel and the soldier. “Probably a tale to keep you away from me. I’ve no interest in your face, dear – only in keeping things in this cemetery in order.
“And speaking of which, you’ll want to be picking that up,” she said, gesturing toward Joey’s cowboy hat on the ground. “Don’t want any statues to be slipping out of the graveyard tonight.”
“W-what?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” she said. “All it takes are three articles of clothing and one object well loved for a statue such as this to pass among the living, and none would be the wiser.”
“The fiddle!” Eliza said suddenly.
“He’s held onto that fiddle for over a hundred years,” the angel said bitterly. “Do you know how hard it is to come by objects like that in this graveyard?!”
“That will be quite enough out of you two,” The Governess said, turning toward the angel and the soldier. “Back to your posts.”
The soldier and the angel stood, as though being controlled by an unseen force. Their limbs contorted at odd angles and they backed away with jerking movements into the shadows of the graveyard until we couldn’t see them anymore.
“What is going on?!” I yelled.
“Couldn’t you tell, dearie,” The Governess said, her voice echoing from under her metallic hood. “You’ve been in the company of statues all night. And probably a few spirits, too, I’d wager.”
“Ghosts!” Joey screamed.
“Oh yes,” said The Governess. “Quite common, especially at this time of night – and on Halloween, no less! Everyone’s out and about and playing games… Now come along. I believe we have two more of your party to find before I see you safely out of the cemetery.”
***
It didn’t take us long to find Peter and Gabi. They had heard the angel’s scream when she saw The Governess, and started heading in that direction. We told The Governess about the other kids that we had been playing Truth or Scare with, and she laughed.
“Those weren’t kids,” she said. “Elmer, Grace, Wallace, and little Minnie… they were four of my own charges.”
“Charges?” Peter said aloud.
“Yes,” she said. “Four of the little spirits I was brought to this cemetery to watch over. They’re always trying to sneak out while they think I’m not looking.”
We walked in silence after that, following The Governess toward the cemetery gate. Even Gabi seemed frightened by the whole ordeal, walking quietly with her head down.
“Best be getting home now, children,” she said once we reached the gate. We filed past her without a word, through the entrance and toward the crosswalk. When we reached it, I turned around, but The Governess was gone. In fact, the whole cemetery looked still except for the entrance gate slowly swinging open, it’s hinges squeaking in the night.
I didn’t want to think about how late it was, or how I would even start to explain to our parents that Joey and I had gotten lost in the graveyard while playing a game with a group of kids who turned out to be ghosts and living statues.
While we walked, Peter told us what had happened to him and Gabi after our group had split up. I carried Joey on my hip, his head resting on my shoulder. I was sure he’d be asleep by the time we got home.
“And then the three of them just disappeared!” Peter said, finishing his story.
“Wait,” said Eliza. “You were only with three of the kids, err, ghosts?”
“Yeah, we were with Grace and the boys,” said Peter. “Wasn’t Minnie with you?”
“No,” she said, “we were just with the angel and the soldier. The statues.”
“You’re awfully quiet back there,” I said to Gabi, who was walking a bit behind the group. “I would think you’d be pretty pleased with yourself, being right about ghosts being real.”
“And then some,” Peter added.
Gabi started to laugh.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. I stopped and looked at her; she didn’t sound like herself.
“Gabi?” Eliza asked. “You okay?”
“Can’t believe what?” I asked. Joey lifted his head from my shoulder and screamed.
Just then, the moon overhead came out from behind the clouds, and as it did, Gabi’s eyes began to glow brightly. We all stopped and stared at her, our mouths hanging open.
“Minnie,” I finally said.
“That’s right,” she said with a grin. “What can I say? The gate was left open. And when the gate’s open, ghosts can come and go… and no one, not even that mean old Governess, is the wiser when we hitch a ride with the living.”
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