About Ghost in the Graveyard

by Drew Zachary
12 pages / 4310 words
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When DB had told Madam Yanya that he was bored with all the domestic cases he was pulling lately and he needed a change, creeping through the cemetery at midnight on Halloween, looking for a ghost who supposedly became corporeal and terrorized the, well, undead, wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. That's exactly where DB and Jesse find themselves on Halloween, though, with Madam Yanya in tow. Can they survive the ghost in the graveyard?

Featuring the characters from Drew Zachary's Eye Spy series.
 

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When DB had told Madam Yanya that he was bored with all the domestic cases he'd been pulling lately and he needed a change, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. Creeping through the cemetery at midnight on Halloween, looking for a ghost who supposedly became corporeal and terrorized the, well, undead, certainly was different.

It was a little nerve-wracking, too, though.

He glanced over at Jesse and wished he hadn't -- nothing made a cemetery creepier than it already was than seeing it through a ghostly apparition.

The old-fashioned torch he was holding, complete with wavering flame, didn't exactly help matters either. He'd have accused Yanya of putting them on, except she looked even more freaked out than he felt. And this had been her idea. He swore he could hear her bangles jingling together she was shaking so much

Something that might have been a half scream sounded off in the distance, and a slow wind made the torch flicker madly before it sputtered and went out completely.

Oh, just great.

Something touched DB's right arm and something else touched his left and he just about jumped out of his skin. He did scream like a banshee before he realized it was Yanya on his left and Jesse on his right, both clinging to him as if he was the big stud hero.

He guessed the girly scream had put an end to any chance of them still thinking that.

DB stopped walking, Yanya and Jesse stopping with him. None of them said anything as he brought the torch down and looked at it. The tip smoldered, the occasional spark escaping the oil-soaked wadding and leaping into the night to die on the clammy wind that seemed to still be blowing.

What were they going to do now?

Relight it, idiot. The little voice in his head had him rolling his eyes and digging into his pocket for his cigarettes and the lighter he'd stuck in the half-finished pack.

"You're going to have a cigarette now?" Jesse hissed at him.

He just looked at Jesse, flicked on the lighter and held it to the torch.

"Oh."