One dark October night, two men were walking home after a night of drinking down the pub and decided to take a shortcut home through the cemetery.
They had reached about the middle of the graveyard, which was pretty eerie in the pitch darkness, when they were startled by a noise, 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 in the shadows.
Trembling with fear, the two men edged their way closer to where the noise was coming from, and spotted an old man with a hammer and chisel, who was chipping away at one of the headstones.
“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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