About once a summer some of us get ice cream and drive out to the cemetary and I tell one scary story.
The story always has a surprise, not so scary ending, and the ending is always the same: the noises that we thought were ghosts, or a bear, or a burglar always turn out to be big, brave Dad coming to rescue us.
Tonight I did a version of a blinding blizzard burying our van in a dark cemetary at night -- thought they were getting older so I should combine some versions to make it scarier.
The jumped at the end and screamed like they were supposed to.
And they loved it.
Silly dumb thing that we did once years ago and it stuck.
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