Cemetery Man

The following piece was written in 3 minutes using three rapid sequential prompts each one-minute long.

Carl threw his back out last month so I had to pull in extra long shifts and complained incessantly to the residents of the the Worthington tomb. It was nice they always listened. That would have been all right one would imagine but sitting up all night talking to dead people is not healthy. What is worse is when they start to talk back? You ask yourself am I crazy or should I be scared. Or both I suppose. That night was the the first time I heard them. It was a kindly old lady who said, “Apple strudel or pie?” I said “pie” and that was my first mistake.