All signs were pointing to the murder of Albert Lee, or at least the burning of his house. No wonder he "disappeared". Either the community killed him and covered it up, or his house burnt down and Albert saw no point in sticking around. The article sure made it seem more sinister than that though.
"Amy, we have to go to the cemetery." I said "I think Albert's there, I can feel it. He'll be under a different name of course..."
"Jen. Listen to yourself. Are you honestly saying we should go find some guys plot in the cemetery? And what if we find something? Does that mean we have a ghost!?"
I just looked at her and started out the door. Amy soon followed. We had come too far not to figure out who Albert Lee was and what happened to him. Last year we had lived right down the block from the cemetery closest to South Park. That's where we figured an angry mob might bury their victim.
As we approached the cemetery I could feel myself tensing up. We pushed open the gate and began scanning the stones for anyone with the name of Albert, or the correct date. After what seemed like hours I heard a cry from the end of the row I was currently looking at. I ran towards Amy as she sat on the ground staring forward and pointing.
"It-it-it's him." she said.
Sure enough, there he was. Albert L, January 28th, 1978. That was it, two lines on a moss covered stone.
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