Isle of the Dancing Dead

by Rick Kennett

“Is it true,” said young George as he filled in his first grave, “that the best place to hide from a ghost is in a cemetery?”

“Yes,” said the grave-digger, shovelling. “Most times you’d be right aholding to that notion. But not here. Not in this particular cemetery. Not with the Chenoweth Grand Tomb not five hundred yards behind you.”

“A haunted grave?” George turned about, studying the lawns and masonry. “Which one?”
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