"Forget what you think about it and tell what you feel about it." — Stephen Crane.
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The morning sun that hit on his skin woke Ben with a startle. Where was he? Oh right, the graveyard.
His memory began to do a recap of last night and he groaned in both embarrassment and stupidity. He had spent the whole night discussing with a ghost and must have dozed off in between. Yeah, a ghost that didn't know he just missed out on one of the greatest opportunities he could ever get.
Imagine, if the ghost knew mediums and possession, his body was probably occupied by now. Lucky him. Well, not truly that lucky since he had to write a letter to Tommy's mother and hopefully doesn't get exposed in the process.
Dusting the dirt off his pants, Ben walked out of the graveyard and received the first official judgemental look as soon as he was out, from an elder.
