The Mysterious Voices in the Cemetery
Two mischievous little boys stole a large bag of oranges from their neighbor’s tree.
Afraid of getting caught, they ran to the quietest place they could think of—the old c*metery.
“We’ll split them here,” one of the boys whispered. “Nobody ever comes here.”
As they climbed over the c*metery gate, two oranges slipped out of the bag and landed just inside the entrance.
“Forget them,” one boy said. “We’ve got plenty.”
So they walked deeper into the c*metery, sat behind a row of old t0mbstones, and began dividing the oranges.
“One for me…”
“One for you…”
“One for me…”
“One for you…”
Just then, a man who had enjoyed a few too many drinks happened to walk past the c*metery.
He froze.
The voices echoed through the silence.
“One for me… One for you…”
The man turned pale.
Convinced he had just heard God and Satan dividing s0uls in the c*metery, he sprinted straight to the local priest.
“Father!” he gasped. “You have to come quickly! I think God and the Devil are sharing the de@d!”
Although skeptical, the priest followed him.
Together they quietly approached the c*metery gate.
Sure enough, they heard the voices again.
“One for me…”
“One for you…”
“One for me…”
“One for you…”
The priest’s face slowly lost its color.
Then the voices suddenly stopped.
One of the boys said,
“That’s all of them…”
There was a brief silence.
Then the other boy asked,
“What about the two oranges we left by the gate?”
The priest grabbed the drunk man’s arm.
“RUN!”
The two of them took off down the road as fast as they could, shouting,
“We’re not de@d yet!”
