The Haunted Graveyard
by Anthony Negron
(Brentwood, Long Island, NY)
When I was a little boy in Boy Scouts we had to go to a graveyard. As soon as we got there we started picking up flags. My uncle Sammy and I were playing catch with one of the flags and it fell through the the doors of a mausoleum, a big house in the graveyard were they store dead bodies.
When I went to go grab it a bloody hand grabbed the wooden handle of the flag. When I called my uncle for help we still could not get it out. Finally we kicked the door and the thing let go of the flag.
When we got the flag back the handle was covered with blood. We called my grandma over and as soon as we got back to the spot the flag was gone, but foot steps were left. The next day we quit boy scouts because of this monster.
This is a true story not a made up one.
