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The Dare (Finale)
The Daily Word #157 — The Great Cemetery Distortion
“Sorry about the windstorm,” a low, raspy, voice called out, but the apology lacked regret. “I couldn’t let you leave.”
Angeline and Denise slowly turned around. A slender, elderly, woman now stood in front of the door. She wore a simple red gown, her hair styled into a sophisticated updo. In her hand she held a long-stemmed red rose.
“Emily?” Angeline whispered.
“She’s not Emily,” Denise said, glaring at the woman. “I’ve seen pictures.”
“Oh, I am Emily Havenshire,” the woman sighed. “But this body belongs to a…Ms. Enola. I think. I took it from her sixty years ago. She was a cemetery caretaker.”
Angeline gasped.
“I heard about her,” Denise said. “No one wanted to work at the cemetery after she disappeared.”
“That’s right.” Emily seemed impressed. She calmly continued, “When I was old, and clearly dying, I came across this woman. She said she could make me live forever, if I bequeathed my fortune to her.”
Emily smirked. “I didn’t believe her at first. But she was a witch — an actual witch. I watched her cast a spell on that rose.” She gestured to the rose on the lid of…
