The Wogger's Graveyard

It was Halloween and I was Wogging in the graveyard in a part of town known as the Wogger's Graveyard. It got it's name because several years ago two teenagers went Wogging in the cemetery. They had decided to Wog there because they thought it would be peaceful and quiet. Never had an error in judgement been so deadly.

They were the kind of people who Wogged in the evening. As it was the fall the days were short and they were halfway through their Wog as twilight began. Suddenly they heard a strange sound. Like the sound of knives being drawn over the polished marble of a gravestone.

They checked their heart-rate monitors and and saw that the frightening sound had made their hearts beat faster. They were lulled into a false sense of security as they were both excited but yet distracted by the potential cardio-vascular improvement and concurring weight loss. Little did they know all that Cardio would just make their blood spurt out faster when they had their throats slashed.

They police never caught who did it. Some say he's still out there. Waiting. Waiting for more Woggers caught unaware on Halloween. Waiting for one more chance to ...ahhhhhhh!