Oct 2, 2026 · 39 min · 18 segments
*Bring Up Your Dead (starts at 4:52)* \*\** Written by: Deirdre Coles and Narrated by: Nichole Goodnight \*\** *Anatomically Correct Pumpkin (starts at 20:14)* \*\** Support the show at…
I told him we were probably going to run into half of the high school hanging out in the graveyard on Halloween night.
What a cliche.
Jules didn't particularly wanna go either, but she also didn't want me and Brandon to fight.
Chris and David told me to shut up if I didn't have a better idea, so shut up I did.
[gentle music] The five of us were kinda stuck with each other at this point.
We had been a part of a larger circle of friends ever since we started high school.
Freshman year, we started hanging out with each other and with Tess and Rowan and Ben, who were a year older than us.
Those three had graduated and headed off to college a few months ago, leaving our group with no clear leader and maybe not that much in common anymore.
The cracks were starting to show.
I wore a black hooded cloak.
I figured a half-assed costume was appropriate for our half-assed plans for the night.
Brandon picked Jules and I up from her house.
David was already in the front seat, and we crammed in next to Chris in the back.
My mood improved a little once Chris pulled out a bottle of Fireball and started passing it back and forth.
He gave us each a little box of cinnamon Red Hots to go with it, but he made us say trick or treat every time we wanted a drink because he's just that kind of jackass.
I was kind of hoping St. Matthew's Church graveyard would be locked and we'd have to give up on the plan, but the front gates were flung open.
I rubbed the back of my neck uneasily.
Maybe it was some kind of Halloween custom, but surely that was a terrible idea, leaving it open for just anybody to walk in.
We parked the car and trooped inside in silence.
There were a surprising number of fresh graves, long heaps of damp soil with tumbles of floral arrangements.
I crouched down to pluck a tiny marigold from one of them.
Brandon hissed at me, scandalized, but I just shrugged back.
If he was so concerned about respecting the dead, he shouldn't have suggested this stupid outing.
Chris told us to follow him over to the older section where there were stone angels and massive family tombstones.
I told him we were probably going to run into half of the high school hanging out in the graveyard on Halloween night.
What a cliche.
Jules didn't particularly wanna go either, but she also didn't want me and Brandon to fight.
Chris and David told me to shut up if I didn't have a better idea, so shut up I did.
[gentle music] The five of us were kinda stuck with each other at this point.
We had been a part of a larger circle of friends ever since we started high school.
Freshman year, we started hanging out with each other and with Tess and Rowan and Ben, who were a year older than us.
Those three had graduated and headed off to college a few months ago, leaving our group with no clear leader and maybe not that much in common anymore.
The cracks were starting to show.
I wore a black hooded cloak.
I figured a half-assed costume was appropriate for our half-assed plans for the night.
Brandon picked Jules and I up from her house.
David was already in the front seat, and we crammed in next to Chris in the back.
My mood improved a little once Chris pulled out a bottle of Fireball and started passing it back and forth.
He gave us each a little box of cinnamon Red Hots to go with it, but he made us say trick or treat every time we wanted a drink because he's just that kind of jackass.
I was kind of hoping St. Matthew's Church graveyard would be locked and we'd have to give up on the plan, but the front gates were flung open.
I rubbed the back of my neck uneasily.
Maybe it was some kind of Halloween custom, but surely that was a terrible idea, leaving it open for just anybody to walk in.
We parked the car and trooped inside in silence.
There were a surprising number of fresh graves, long heaps of damp soil with tumbles of floral arrangements.
I crouched down to pluck a tiny marigold from one of them.
Brandon hissed at me, scandalized, but I just shrugged back.
If he was so concerned about respecting the dead, he shouldn't have suggested this stupid outing.
Chris told us to follow him over to the older section where there were stone angels and massive family tombstones.
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