THE darkness descended on the small town covering it in a thick black blanket. There were a few scattered street lights which shone light on areas that needed none of it. This meant that there was enough to cover for mischief, and tonight, mischief was afoot.
Two figures dressed in black moved stealthily through the back alleys of the town. They arrived at a popular electronic store and immediately went to work. Using tools brought for that purpose, they removed a zinc sheet and entered the store.
Swiftly and systematically they began to accumulate all the equipment they had come for. Tablets, computers, cell phones and cameras. They filled their three bags with booty and exited the store the same way they had entered. Three tablets were not able to fit in the bag so they were left in hiding near the back gate to be collected later.
The two rogues slipped into the cemetery, hid among the graves and began sharing out their spoils.
Old drunken Kenneth was staggering home after a few happy hours! He stopped in horror and listened.

“One fo you, one fo me.”
In fear of his life, he stumbled off to meet the approaching figures of three good Christians who lived in the small town. Pastor Cindy, Brother Elton and Big Brother Rocky –who was nearly 300lbs heavy- were heading home in the opposite direction.
Kenneth blurted out his experience but only succeeded in having the three laugh at him. They knew him well and found his story to be quite a pill to swallow.
Dejectedly, he stumbled off home.
The trio moved toward the cemetery. As they walked past the spooky grounds two eerie voices reached their ears.
“One fo you, one fo me.”
They stopped and looked about them in astonishment.
Nothing moved.

“This one is good, I’ll take it.”
“You always taking the good ones.”
By then Pastor Cindy was trembling in fear. What is all this? Then she got a brainwave. It had to be that Satan and God were sharing souls. Maybe it was those who died recently. The three, though afraid, were even more curious. They crept closer peeking their eyes to see in the black graveyard. Then something terrible occurred.
“Don’t forget the three near the gate.”
Confusion and panic swept over them. Paster Cindy swooped down to deftly remove her new and expensive high heeled shoes. By the time she had straightened up she was 20 yards away.

Swish!
Lazy brother Elton suddenly got a much- needed power boost.
“Me gone too.” Was how he put it as he climbed into overdrive.
Poor Big Brother Rocky. Even though he was caught off guard he took the dwindling figures of his companions as an incentive and took off, his massive legs going like two giant pistons.
Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!
Meanwhile, Pastor Cindy was still ahead, her white dress billowing in the strong wind.
Kenneth heard something coming down the road behind him. It sounded like a herd of goats. A noisy herd. Glancing back, he saw a tall figure in white with swiftly charging body bearing down on him. The face he saw had terror written all over it.
Behind her came a short mean figure huffing and grunting, its hand and legs moving like windmill wheels.
Behind these was a darker blob that seemed to bleat, then hiss, puff then grunt.
Drunk and staggering gave way to high speed and high pitched bawling. The things in the cemetery were after him. No jumbie was going to catch him tonight.
ZOOM!
Crash!
Slam!
Slump!
Kenneth passed out on his living room floor after slamming the door shut behind him.
From the dark cemetery, two figures emerged. Looking about suspiciously they sneaked off to retrieve the rest of their loot. They had made a good haul tonight.
Way, way off in the distance, three figures were taking turns at overtaking each other. Speed had been reduced but determination had increased. Unfortunately for them, they had a lot of running left. In their haste to escape, they had rushed off in the wrong direction.