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stick it out no matter how much he disliked the job.
                  When the guy helping with the midnight shift finally showed up, Kreel thought his heart would pop out through his chest.
                  “Dammit Charlie, you about made my heart stop cold. Don’t you know how to announce yourself before sneaking up on someone like that?”
                  Charlie grabbed his middle and bent over laughing so hard the man literally had tears in his eyes. “You should have seen your face when I came out from behind that tree, it was priceless!”
                  “You wouldn’t think it was priceless if I would have whacked your damn head in with a shovel!”
                  “Oh come on now Kreel, no need to get all bent out of shape. There’s nothing here but a bunch of dead people. I don’t think they’ll be going anywhere. Not unless they decide to reach up and grab you!”
                  “Dammit Charlie, stop that crap! I can’t stand this place.”
                  Charlie shook his head. “Been working here fifteen years and never once saw anything out of the ordinary. You’ll get used to it; just need to calm your nerves is all.” Charlie took a bottle of whiskey from his coat pocket, and took a long swig. “Ah, damn good stuff. It’s just the thing to warm the bones on a cold night.” Charlie held the bottle out to Kreel. “Here, try a swig of this; it will calm your nerves.”
                  Kreel stared at the bottle of whiskey in Charlie’s hand. “I don’t know if we should be drinking on the job.”
                  “Ah come on, no one’s got to know.”
                  “Damn, here, give me the bottle.”
                  “That’s the ticket.” said Charlie
                  Kreel downed a good portion of the bottle. The whiskey was rough going down, but smooth and warm on the body. “Ewe Wee!”
                  Charlie laughed and took the bottle. “Told you it was damn good stuff, didn’t I?”
     
                  Maggie stood waiting behind a tree. She watched the two men pondering which one she would make a meal of first. She was death, who moved just as silent in the shadows and darkness of the night. The deathly kiss she would bestow upon them would be just as cold.
                  The misty rain washed over the stone of the earth, her face and clothes coated in the dampness. Her eyes fixed on her prey as they stood there unbeknownst to what was about to happen. It wouldn’t be long now.
                  The roar of hunger rushed like water through her veins. Surrounding her, the night came alive with the songs of owls, birds that rose with the moon and began their nightly task of searching for their own prey.
                  Maggie listened to the nightly song as if she had never heard it before. Always it had been a reminder of endless nights she was doomed to walk. Now somehow it was different, almost as if they were singing to her. She closed her eyes and relished the serenade as she awaited death’s summon.
                  Then an unwelcome sound interrupted the song, one of carelessness, a mistake that would warn the others that she was there. It was the sound of a twig breaking under her weight, caused from the careless step she had taken….
                 
                  The sound of breaking twigs came from the far side of the cemetery.
                  “What the hell was that?”
                  “Damn Kreel, you need to get ahold of yourself. It was probably just a cat or something.”
                  “A cat, are you serious? Must be one hell of a big cat to break twigs like that!”
                  The sound of movement came from the same area, but this time there wasn’t the