What you really need is a tow truck.
Why not, you decide, as you turn towards the mausoleum. It's closer than the house, and you've never been afraid of dead people. It's the living that really suck. Walking down the road isn't bad, but passing into the yard isn't ideal, and the marshy grass of the cemetery isn't as easy to navigate as the hard packed road by the highway. You slip on the wet grass, and the mud sucks at your shoes, making the walk even more uncomfortable. Suddenly you slip, and your entire right leg slides into a softened patch of mud, sucking you in thigh-high. You pull your leg out, but your shoe is lost, deep in the mud. Sighing heavily, you reach in after it.
The hole is muddy, and much deeper than it looks. Grabbing blindly into it, you pull up a branch, some roots, and a large stick. . Lightening streaks above you, filling in the details of the large stick. Which, you now recognize as a bone. Obviously, a bone. A long, clearly human bone. You scream, throwing it away from you, and the night darkens again. You jump up, shitty kicks be damned, and make a run for it... But, where do you run? Up the road to the absolutely haunted mansion, or into the eerily lit mausoleum?
Why not, you decide, as you turn towards the mausoleum. It's closer than the house, and you've never been afraid of dead people. It's the living that really suck. Walking down the road isn't bad, but passing into the yard isn't ideal, and the marshy grass of the cemetery isn't as easy to navigate as the hard packed road by the highway. You slip on the wet grass, and the mud sucks at your shoes, making the walk even more uncomfortable. Suddenly you slip, and your entire right leg slides into a softened patch of mud, sucking you in thigh-high. You pull your leg out, but your shoe is lost, deep in the mud. Sighing heavily, you reach in after it.
The hole is muddy, and much deeper than it looks. Grabbing blindly into it, you pull up a branch, some roots, and a large stick. . Lightening streaks above you, filling in the details of the large stick. Which, you now recognize as a bone. Obviously, a bone. A long, clearly human bone. You scream, throwing it away from you, and the night darkens again. You jump up, shitty kicks be damned, and make a run for it... But, where do you run? Up the road to the absolutely haunted mansion, or into the eerily lit mausoleum?