Finally! Irrefutable evidence of ghosts

Alternate title for this post: I attempt to begin using my Opa's old tripod and mostly fail at it.

In any case, it was a dark and freezing night, when several of my friends and I went on a ginger-wine fueled wander around the Southern Cemetery (connected to the Northern Cemetery but a band of forest so the spirits can walk between without disturbing the living).

Watching over this one grave, weird things started to appear ...

Later, Allen made his presence known ...

We shivered and downed more ginger wine, hoping to keep warm and fend off the encroaching terrors. It's nothing we say, it's just the light, the moon, the strange way shadows can fall. We stumbled out of the grave yard, carefully not turning back.