Living by a cemetery can be adventurous. Even if some of the adventures exist only inside my head.
Walking around the cemetery is just under 1.5 miles. It’s a nice walk and gives me time to think. Sometimes overthink.
One time as I walked down the sidewalk right next to the cemetery’s white fence, I heard a skateboarder coming up behind me. I looked back to make sure I could get out of the way, and nobody was there.
“Huh,” I thought, “that’s weird.”
I turned and continued walking. Again, I heard a skateboarder coming behind me. I again turned. This time a car drove past me on the road.
I shrugged my shoulders and attributed the noise to the car. But after the car past me, I heard again a skateboarder. I stopped walking so that I could get a good look behind me. Nothing. Absolutely nothing was behind me.
I began to panic a little bit. And by a little bit, I mean a whole lotta bit.
I continued walking, it might have been more of a run.
I don’t believe in ghost stories, but I know what I heard. Again, the skateboard and it sounded as if it was going to run me over. Quickly I turned again, and this time, I saw a little, crushed clear plastic bottle blowing in the gutter. My “skateboarder!”
Can’t say I wasn’t relieved. A whole lotta.