My wife and I recruited some friends to help make a Halloween portrait beside our actual gravestone. We penned several storylines for the photo, from love beyond the grave, to vengeful spirits awakened during a court-ordered exhumation. Maybe the best tale depends upon the viewer…

Some foul play occurred on the terrace. Why do I feel like someone’s sending a message?

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? Turning around might worsen my chances for survival…

Made it through to Writing Battle’s Final Showdown!