“Well,” the recruiter began. “Everything looks to be in order. Never worked in a graveyard before?”
“No, sir. Just that bit of janitorial work I did for the high school a few years back. Did a bit of maintenance during that time too. Not sure what sort of set up you’ve got here,” he said.
“Well, we’re a small outfit so anything can help.” The recruiter shuffled the paperwork together and placed it neatly on his desk in front of him. He folded his hands together and took a deep sigh.
“Background? Drug test? No issues?” the recruiter asked. He nodded his head. “OK, the job is yours,” he stood up after the recruiter. He extended his hand to shake but the recruiter didn’t move. “But one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“They come up. At night.”
“What does?” he lowered his hand. “The bodies?”
“Every night. They don’t do much, just mill about. And then come sun up, they go back into the ground like nothing happened.” He shook his head in disbelief and stifled a laugh.
“You’re kidding me,” he said. The recruiter shook his head.
“Serious as a heart attack. Still want the job?” He thought it over for a moment, decided, and stuck his hand out again.
