Chapter 1 Happy Death Day Stan was very late for dinner He began to run The shortest way home was through Hilltop Cemetery I promised I would be on time Stan thought He ran up one hill and down another He would be at least 30 minutes late Stan could see his house in the distance He crossed a grave site tripped and fell down hard Stan pushed himself up In front of his face was an old gravestone It said 6
RANDALL FORTIN Stan stood and brushed some dirt from his jeans Then he looked closer at the gravestone Randall Fortin had died on September 24 That’s today Stan thought One hundred years ago Exactly Happy birthday Stan said with a laugh I mean happy death day Then he started walking down the hill toward home How dare you laugh at me cried a scratchy voice Stan stopped walking The voice sounded old and mean It gave him a chill There was no one in sight But the voice had been close by Who’s there Stan asked The voice spoke again Stay off of my grave Wyman I’m not Wyman Stan said I’m Stan Summer He turned around still looking 7
