One dark night, a pair of twelve-year-old twins entered a cemetery. Their names were Jack and Jill Carpenter.
“I still don’t think we should have come here,” said Jack, who was holding a flash light.
“Why, are you afraid the dead will come out to play?”
“Of course not.”
“Stop moaning then. Enjoy the adventure.”
“Oh very well.”
The twins went from grave to grave, examining the headstones.
“You see Jack, there’s nothing to fear.”
Jill had spoken too soon, for she and her brother came across two empty graves at the end of a row. The shocking thing, was the fact that their own names were on the headstones.
“Hey I don’t get it,” Jack said.
“This has to be some kind of practical joke.”
“Well, if it is, then the joker has gone to a great length to scare us.”
Jill had a sudden thought.
“We may not be the only people around here called Jack and Jill Carpenter,” she said.
“In such a small town as this? I don’t think so.”
The flash light went out.
“Oh no,” said Jack.
“Now the ghosts will come out to play,” Jill said.
What came next, totally changed her attitude.
Ghosts of all ages rose up out of every grave in the cemetery. Hundreds of them there were, hundreds of silvery white ghosts.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jack said.
“You don’t have to tell me.”
Jack and Jill made a break for the cemetery entrance, but it was too late.
The ghosts swarmed around them and closed in for the kill. All at once, their eyes lit up bright red.
The truth dawned on Jack and Jill.
Those empty graves were for them.