“Don’t ever stand on a grave after dark. The person inside will grab you. He’ll pull you under.”

“That’s not true. That’s just superstition.”

“I’ll give you a dollar if you stand on a grave. Also, prove you did it by sticking this knife in the grave.”

…apparently, the boy gave her a butter knife or something. Probably on purpose, because a dollar was a lot back then.

Om nom nom nom.

The haunt came right across the room, straight to him, and took hold of his coat. It was a young woman about twenty years old. Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs….

So he gave her some.

All better.