One day there was a little boy that was just walking thru a cemetery and tripped and as his face hit the cold hard ground, he got up and screamed
and ran home to tell his mother that he tripped and nothing was around him except graves. The next day he got right up and rode his bike to
the cemetery to see what was going on and what made him fall so he examined the graves and as he got to the last grave a arm wraped its slimy hand around his leg and was stuck. What really happened?
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