One dark October night, two men were walking home after a night of drinking down the pub and decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery on their way home.
The two of them had reached about the middle of the cemetery, which was pretty eerie for anyone to experience in the pitch darkness of a cloudy night with no moon.
Suddenly, they were startled by a noise which broke the silence, so they stopped moving and listened carefully.
There was this strange and terrifying noise, it sounded like “TAP TAP TAP” and it was coming from somewhere over in the shadows.
Trembling with fear, the two men edged their way closer to where the noise was coming from.
Over in a corner of the cemetery they spotted an old man who was chipping away at one of the headstones with a hammer and chisel.
“Holy moly Mister”, one of them said, after catching his breath. “You SCARED us half to death. We thought you were a GHOST! What are you doing working here so late at night?”
“Those darned fools!”, the old man grumbled. “They mis-spelled my name!”
And with that you have never seen two drunks run so fast in all your life…
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