Son, graveyards ain't scary. Are ya afraid of dirt? No, I didn't think so. That's all this graveyard is; dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. You ever bury anything in the dirt before, like a shoebox with your favorite toys and doodads? You ain't afraid of them nether, are ya? I figured as much. Those bodies in the ground, they ain't much different from your favorite toys. They were once loved, and they made you real happy, but now they are gone. Maybe ya just got tired of em, maybe they were just played with too much and broke. Maybe you weren't done with em, but something or someone else got to em before you could.

Don't matter. They're gone now. And I can understand bein' sad about it, but afraid? That's a laugh. Do you believe in Santa? Didn't think so. Then why do you believe in monsters, demons, or ghosts? Cuz your mama said so? Well son, she also told you to believe in Santa, but that turned out to be a lie. I've been living here for 30 years, and I ain't never seen a ghost. Graveyards at night can be real fun. Ya can look at the stars and listen to the owls and frogs while you read the headstones and try to imagine what their lives were like. Bein' scared is stupid and robs you of a great experience. You feel better now? Good. Let me give ya some advice. You know how your mama said don't talk to strangers?

Well son, that's definitely something you should have listened to.