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continued to look at the pictures using the zoom function on his laptop to make the pictures bigger.  As he looked at the last picture he took, he stared in shock.  When he made the picture bigger, he could see what appeared to be someone’s eyes in the white mass.  Was the ghost that had been haunting the cemetery since it had been first used been there with him the whole time?  He could feel the goosebumps all over his body as he realized he had just encountered a ghost.  He uploaded the photos onto his Facebook page with the caption:  I just captured a ghost on film.  Not too long afterward, people were commenting on the post calling the photos fakes, which didn’t bother him since he was used to dealing with skeptics.
    He sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the Haunted Attractions book and opened it to the page he had bookmarked the night before.  The chapter was about a haunted house in Gary, Indiana, which would be his next stop on his journey to visit every haunted attraction in the United States.
     
     

                        Little Town Flirt
     
    Parker slowly walked down the sidewalk with a knife held tightly in his right hand.  He could see Delilah’s red brick house in the distance.  The closer he got to her house, the more his hatred toward her coursed through his veins.  His attention was drawn to a raccoon that stared at him through the unkempt lawn of the abandoned house on the corner of Fifth Street and IN-130 in Wheeler, Indiana.  For a brief moment, his hatred subsided and he began to regret his plan to get even with her.
    Looking toward her two-story house in the windy night, he recalled the other day at Wheeler High School when she laughed in his face after he asked her out.  She walked away from him, still laughing, and told everybody she encountered that Mr. Nobody had the balls to ask a cheerleader out.  The whole day people poked fun at him, and he remembered one of the popular girls pointing her finger at him and saying, while trying not to laugh hysterically, “The comic book loving loser thought a cheerleader would actually go out with him.”
    His anger returned and all thoughts of regretting his decision subsided.  He stared at the knife while smiling sinisterly.  Oh yes, the bitch has to die!
    He stopped at the edge of her yard.  Her bedroom light was on and he could hear music coming from the room.  He didn’t see her parents’ cars in the driveway.  Good, she’s all alone.
    He thought about how everyday she wore a tight tank-top and shorts, displaying her perfectly tanned body and teasing everybody around her with her flawless skin.  She was constantly twisting her long, raven black hair with her fingers.  The constant “you can’t have me, but I’m going to flaunt it in your face” look she possessed drove him absolutely insane.  Deep down he loved her and didn’t understand why a guy like him didn’t stand a chance with a girl like her.  It wasn’t fair.  He deserved her. 
    He thought about yesterday when he was walking down the hallway near the gymnasium and heard her say “Hey handsome, in here.”
    She was standing in front of the woman’s bathroom and was signaling him to follow her inside.  As he walked into the bathroom, she pushed him against the mirror and kissed him seductively.  She took a step backward and laughed.
    “Do you really think I was going to make out with you?  You are such an idiot.  I’ve dated every jock that goes to Wheeler.  Why would I stoop so low?  I may be a whore, but not that type of whore.”
    She skipped out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.  He could hear her laughing as she walked down the hallway.  As tears formed in his eyes, he stared at his reflection in the mirror.  Sadness had quickly disappeared replaced by rage. 
    Now he stood in front of her house with a knife in his hand ready to exact his revenge.  He walked up to her front door and slowly turned