Rowleys night shift at the graveyard

42.Once upon a time, in the small town of Jeffersonville, lived an 11-year-old boy named Rowley Jefferson. Rowley wasn't the brightest kid in the block, but he had a heart of gold and a desperate desire to earn some pocket money. It seemed like the whole town conspired against him, offering only odd jobs that were either too difficult or too scary. One day, as Rowley scoured the town, he stumbled upon a small flyer that read, "Graveyard Night Shift: Guard the Graves and Earn 40p!" Rowley's eyes lit up with excitement. He thought to himself, "How scary can a graveyard be in the middle of the night?" Without thinking twice, Rowley applied for the job and was hired on the spot by the graveyard caretaker, Mr. Gravely. Rowley's first shift was scheduled on a Friday the 13th, which only added to the excitement. Little did he know that his night was about to get a lot scarier than he anticipated. As the clock struck midnight, Rowley found himself standing in the middle of the graveyard, surrounded by tombstones and eerie silence. He leaned on a gravestone, trying to stay awake, when suddenly, at 9:23 PM, a nasty clown jumped into a nearby grave and started urinating on all the tombstones. Rowley couldn't believe his eyes as he watched in both horror and disbelief. With each drop that hit the ground, the grave began to tremble, and out popped the living dead. Zombies and skeletons, moldy and decayed, started emerging from the ground, oblivious to Rowley's presence. Thinking they were just a crowd of people having a strange and spooky party, Rowley decided to investigate further. He cautiously approached the zombies and skeletons, only to realize they weren't in the mood for partying; they were wreaking havoc in the town. To his astonishment, Rowley noticed an old man and an old lady walking and talking of memories past when a zombie approached the old man and hit him. The zombie then showed him a paycheck, which turned out to be the old man's former crime boss who had died from the electric chair. It seemed that even in the afterlife, the crime boss wanted his cut. Not willing to let go of his hard-earned money, the zombie snatched 20 pence from the old man's pocket. The poor old man cried out, "No! That's my wife's retirement money!" But the zombies and skeletons paid no heed and continued their rampage. Chaos ensued as zombies and skeletons took to the streets, knocking over lampposts, scattering trash cans, and causing general mayhem. People were running for their lives, narrowly escaping the clutches of the undead. Rowley's own father, who happened to enjoy a smoke outside, fell victim to a skeleton's hunger and was instantly turned into a skeleton himself. It was a bizarre sight, to say the least. As luck would have it, the sun started to rise on the horizon. With the arrival of dawn, the zombies retreated back underground, and all the skeletons were mysteriously transformed into Mars bars, including Rowley's dad. It was a strange yet oddly satisfying ending to an unforgettable night. The whole town was left in disbelief, and Rowley couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and horror. He trembled as he realized that guarding the graveyard at night wasn't the easiest or safest job in the world. "Maybe it would be best if I just stay at home," Rowley muttered to himself, vowing to never accept a graveyard night shift ever again. And so, the legend of Rowley Jefferson, the not-so-bright graveyard guardian, spread throughout town, serving as a cautionary tale for those seeking odd jobs. From then on, whenever Friday the 13th rolled around, the townsfolk would shudder, remembering the night Rowley inadvertently unleashed havoc upon Jeffersonville. And as for Rowley, he became the talk of the school, regaling his peers with tales of the living dead and Mars bars. Despite everything, he managed to earn his 40p, but his experience in the graveyard turned him off odd jobs forever. From that day forward, Rowley focused on more ordinary and less spooky endeavors, like selling weed and walking dogs. And so, in the end, Rowley learned that sometimes, the scariest jobs weren't the haunted houses or the graveyard shifts, but the unexpected consequences that came with them. It was a lesson he would never forget and a story he would always chuckle at whenever it was retold in the halls of Jeffersonville.