“Not many people drive by the Old Camden Cemetery,” Abner said, “not since the four-lane turned traffic away from Old Camden Road. So when a car does come by, be ready for it.” Lushana nodded her head at this. She was learning what to expect in Old Camden. Abner had been here at least two hundred years. Lushana was new: she joined two weeks ago when she fell during cheerleader auditions. And she wanted to go visit her friends and family. Abner explained the only way to do that was to hop a ride with one of the rare people who sped by, and hope they kept driving past where you wanted to go. “If they didn’t, take control for a little bit, but not too much or the body will reject you and then you’ll be stuck.” A blue SUV made an appearance, and Lushana was all set to hop on board. But she was locked out when he tried jumping aboard. Had she done it wrong? “No ma’am,” Abner explained, “that vehicle had kids on board. Kids always hold their breaths when they pass a graveyard. They think it adds a year to their life. Made their parents do it, too. Just head back to the road and wait. Sooner or later, someone will come by who doesn’t believe silly superstition about adding years to your life. You can climb on in their souls.”

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