Emma and Robert took a trip to the local cemetery on Halloween night.
As Emma was leading Robert by the hand around the graves, he told her, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!"
"Aw, come on, babe. You said you wanted to spice things up!"
"This isn't spicing things up. This is just gross!"
Emma ignored her boyfriend of two years like she was known to do, which annoyed the hell out of him.
"Hey," she said, pointing to a grave. "This one looks good!"
She sat down on top of the grave and looked up at Robert.
"Come on, babe," she said to him, patting the dirt next to her and grinning. "Sit down."
When he hesitated, Emma kept on at him, "Oh, come on. It'll be fun!"
Robert finally relented and sat down next to his girlfriend on top of the grave.
He shivered and said, "Oh, the ground is cold!"
"Well, at least you're not the one wearing a mini-skirt."
"Well, whose fault is that?"
She slapped him on his arm. "I wore this for you, idiot!"
Robert just laughed and leaned in for a kiss. Emma gave him a naughty grin and said, "Ooh, yeah, that's more like it!"
They made out on top of the grave for a moment. Then Robert pulled away, shook his head and said, "I still don't know about this."
Emma rolled her eyes at her timid boyfriend and, with a hint of frustration in her voice, said, "Oh, come on. Would you just grow a pair already? I mean, it's not like anyone here is gonna jump out and join in!"
Robert nodded. "Well, yeah, I guess you're right." He gave his girlfriend a naughty grin of his own and said, "Come here!"
They started to make out again and, when things really started to get hot and heavy, Emma said in between kisses, "Ooh, yeah, baby, that's it!"
"What's it?" Robert asked in between kisses.
"You know what." She kissed him a little more. "Just keep doing what you're doing!"
That's when Robert pulled away and said, "No, really, I don't know what you're talking about."
She looked at him like she didn't believe him. "Oh, come on. You're not sliding your hand up my mini-skirt?"
All of a sudden his face turned serious as he shook his head. "No, I'm not sliding my hand up your skirt." He held up both hands. "See?"
Suddenly Emma's face turned ashen when she saw Robert's hands.
"Well, if you're not the one sliding your hand up my leg, then who . . ."
Both Emma and Robert slowly looked behind them to see this ghostly-looking man who had his nearly transparent hand on Emma's leg.
"Hey, guys," the ghostly man said to them with a wicked grin on his nearly transparent face. "Don't mind me. Just keep doing what you're doing!"
Emma and Robert gazed at each with a stunned look on their faces that had turned nearly as pale as the strange man. Then they both screamed as they quickly got up off the grave and ran back to their car as fast as their feet could take them.
As they sped away with their tires screeching, the ghostly ran tried to stop them as he yelled at him, "Hey, where're you guys going! I was just gettin' into it!" But, when he saw they weren't coming back, he slumped his almost transparent shoulders and muttered, "Damn it! Not again"
When he turned to walk back into the cemetary, he saw another ghostly man who was grinning at him. "So, struck out again, did ya, Hank?"
"Oh, shut the hell up, Carl! No one asked you!"
Carl the ghost laughed his head off-literally!-while Hank the ghost stepped back into the cemetery and disappeared, all the while thinking there was always NEXT Halloween!