Cemetery Eater: A Peter Kargosi Paranormal Mystery

By Jamie Evans

PETER KARGOSI: PARANORMAL MYSTERY SERIES: BOOK 2

My name is Peter Kargosi, and I write for a newsletter called Sinister Sightings.
I always knew my hometown was different from other hometowns but the stuff happening here lately is crazy! Nobody believes me or my best friend Sweet Tooth that this place is the center of all things paranormal.
So, if you are in the mood to read about two bumbling friends getting way over their heads with crazy supernatural stuff, then this book series is for you.

 

CEMETERY EATER

 

MORE LIFE IS WHAT HE WANTS... DEATH IS HOW HE GETS IT.

 

The residents of Hillview have begun acting strange, leading Peter Kargosi to investigate. After discovering the town's new antique dealer - Augustus Sepulcrum - is stealing people's souls, Peter with the help from his best friend try and stop him, all the while avoiding his Hounds of Hell!

 

About the Author
Jamie Evans is the author of Daemonika and the Peter Kargosi Paranormal Mystery Series.
He is also the owner of Dark Dossier Magazine.
He currently lives in Ohio, where he is working on his next book.

(Book image is from comfreak pixabay)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Dossier
• Release date: Feb 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201715267

Jamie Evans

Greetings, my name is Jamie Evans and I am a versatile writer with a passion for the dark and mysterious. Throughout my career, I have penned various literary works including novels, novellas, magazines, and an abundance of short stories. My expertise extends beyond just writing, as I have also taken on the roles of editor and co-editor for numerous projects such as blogs, magazines, and ebooks. To learn more about me and my work, please visit my website at jamieevansbooks.com.

Book preview

S2: E1

3Circles Cemetery was also a mausoleum and a crypt. A one stop shop for all things dead. It was massive in design and some say that it was here in the Eastland area well before they built any towns. Sweet Tooth and I walked around for maybe thirty minutes before I found my dad. On his gravestone was just his name. It didn’t even have the day he was born. My mom being cheap, and I know she has lots of money. I wish I had some money to get him a better gravestone. But I’m broke. I have maybe fifty dollars to my name. My dad left me his house, and it is all paid for. A place I could live in forever... or I could sell it and make some money. But there was no way I could ever sell it. It was the only thing my dad ever gave me and I grew up in the house. Plus, having a place to live for free was awesome. Boy, I really miss my dad.

I looked over my shoulder and saw an elderly man walking towards us. I would guess his age at about seventy years old. He was really tall, thin and frail looking, but the way he walked made him seem much younger. He had a slight skip to his step. He came closer and I could see he was wearing all black, and the suit looked very old with frayed edges around the cuffs. It seemed to be a few sizes too small for him. On top of his head, he had an enormous hat. Not sure what kind, but it was black and looked like an Abe Lincoln type hat, but not as tall. He got closer and I could see he was smiling. It was a creepy smile. A smile that gave me goosebumps on my neck and arms. He approached us and said, Hello, my name is Augustus Sepulcrum. How do you like our little cemetery?

I looked around and said, Nice... and large... and quiet.

The old man smiled. The same creepy smile. His teeth were yellowed and slightly green. He put his right hand on my right shoulder. A strong, heavy hand.

Be careful out there, he said, and he pointed his bony finger with his left hand over my left shoulder. We don’t want you in here too soon. Again, he smiled and looked into my eyes. I smiled back and moved away from him, making eye contact with Sweet Tooth to do the same. We walked down a concrete and brick pathway. It had names on the bricks (of money donors, was my guess). I looked back, and the old man was watching us leave.

He was creepy, said Sweet Tooth.

Yeah. But harmless. I’m sure being around dead people all day makes everyone a little goofy in the head.

Sweet Tooth jumped into my convertible. I looked down at the old guy. He was still staring, and now he waved to me and again smiled. The old man took off his enormous hat with his left hand, put it behind his back and with his right hand crossed it over his stomach and bowed to me. He then put his hat back on his head and spun around and ambled away, going down the concrete and brick pathway. I watched him until he disappeared around a corner.

Hey! Did you hear me? Sweet Tooth snapped.

I closed my eyes and looked down at Sweet Tooth.

Sorry, what did you say?

I said I am ready to give Tiki Hut another try. Maybe we try their new chicken sandwich.

I smiled and jumped into my car. I started it and looked at Sweet Tooth.

Why not?

I backed the car out of the parking spot and drove slowly out of 3 Circles Cemetery. I looked around for the old man. Was he a worker here? Was he the owner? I don’t remember seeing him around when we had my dad’s funeral. I put on some music, Ace of Base and Sweet Tooth sang. I laughed, and he just kept singing. We were in no hurry today. I was off work, and so was Sweet Tooth. He picked up more hours at his recent job at Blockbuster Video and was doing really well. I asked him to move into my new house and he was going to when his lease was up. The house my dad left me has three bedrooms, and it is just me. Sweet Tooth was over all the time, anyway. He said he would move in, but not for free. He wanted to pay me rent. So I said I would charge him half of what he pays at his current apartment. He agreed, and that was that. I turned on Third Street and drove past the place I wanted to go to called ‘Cow Patty’... it is a burger place and it is supposed to have a weird disco style type of decor. But Sweet Tooth was set on trying the chicken sandwich at the Tiki Hut. The burger did not go well last time, and I was a little nervous about the chicken. We walked in, and I still had that old guy from the cemetery in my head. What was his name again? Augustus Sepulcrum. I’m sure he was just a creepy old man... but something about him made me think he was not all that harmless. I know I told Sweet Tooth that he was... but there was something in his eyes that told me he was up to something. I waved the idea out of my head, and we sat down at the bar area. Sweet Tooth ordered a beer, and I said I would take the same. He looked at the menu, even though he already knew what he wanted. I looked too. I wanted to try the fish tacos but said nothing. We both ordered the chicken sandwich. Guess what? It was fantastic... but so was the burger, and then it gave us both stomach issues. But we both ate the whole sandwich... it did not come with fries... it came with chips and salsa, which I thought was strange. I gave mine to Sweet Tooth, which he ate. We had two more beers and left. I talked to Sweet Tooth on the way out.

Do you mind if we stop by Sam Doktor’s Bookstore?

No, of course not.

Cool. I just want to ask if he...

Knows anything about Augustus Sepulcrum? Sweet Tooth interrupted.

I smiled. You thinking of him, too?

Of course I am... he really creeped me out.

We walked back to my car and jumped in. We drove past the Deaus Building. I looked at it and noticed Sweet Tooth looked at it too. We have not seen Cathy Origo for at least four months now. I never want to go in that building again. But we drove by it a few times every week and we just looked at it and wondered. I stopped the car in the back alley behind the bookstore. Sam (He said to call him ‘Doc’) said we can park here anytime we wanted when we came downtown in his area. We walked right into the store through the back, and I called out for Doc.

Over here, Peter. I hope Sweet Tooth is with you. I have something for him.

I’m here! Sweet Tooth said, as we made it around the maze of endless books. Doc was on a ladder putting away books. He slowly climbed down and looked at us with his bright round face and his thick gray beard. He pushed back his newsboy hat on his head and smiled. He said, Come over here. And he motioned with his arm for us to follow him.

We went up to the checkout area counter, and he went behind the counter and bent down. He came up with a book and smiled again. He handed it to Sweet Tooth.

Sweet Tooth looked at it and smiled back. It confused me. What was going on with these two?

OK, you two, what is it?

Sweet Tooth handed me the book.

It’s the book I have been looking for. The Book of Werewolves by S. Baring-Gould.

I thumbed through the pages. Sweet Tooth was a super fan of anything werewolves. His favorite movie is the Universal Monsters ‘The Wolfman’ starring Lon Chaney Jr. and any other movie in the Universal Monsters catalog that had the Wolfman in it. I handed the book back to Sweet Tooth and smiled. That’s outstanding.

Sweet Tooth looked at me, still smiling, and shook his head yes. He looked through each page of the book.

Hey Doc, do you know anything about a man named Augustus Sepulcrum?

I don’t think so.

We just met him at 3 Circles Cemetery and he just creeped both of us out. I just felt there was something wrong with him.

Wait a minute... There is a new antique store that just opened in Hillview on High Street called Sepulcrum’s Antiques. That must be him.

I think I might check that place out later.

Peter, today is the day isn’t it? said Doc, looking at another book and placing it on the shelf behind him.

Yes. I miss him. I don’t know why, we never got along. But I miss him being around.

I understand. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of my parents. What about your mom? How is she doing?

I really haven’t talked to her much.

You should, Peter... you only have one mother.

Doc, she is so hard to talk to... it’s all about her... I don’t know.

Well, just think about it, OK?

Yes. What about you, anything new?

Just more rare books to catalog and put away. Thanks for helping... if you want more hours just say so... I could use the help.

Sounds good. I’ll be here full-time as soon as I train more people for Marco. Making pizza is easy, but I’m having a hard time finding my replacement.

Most people want to eat pizza... not make it. Sweet Tooth said, still looking through his book.

We both looked at Sweet Tooth. So true, I said.

I stayed a little while, and I walked down an aisle and looked at all the books.

I mean, this place was gigantic, and Doc had books to the ceiling.

Doc, how many books do you have?

I have no idea Peter... A lot. Super rare ones to the newest Stephen King book.

I guess when I work here more, we’ll try to get most of these organized and ready for sale.

That’s the plan Peter... that’s the plan.

I walked back up to the counter area and I looked to my right. Sweet Tooth was sitting in a leather chair, still going through his book.

You going to pay for that? I want to check out that antique shop.

No charge, Doc said.

What?

It’s an early birthday present.

Sweet Tooth jumped up and said thanks and shook Doc’s hand.

Doc, his birthday is two months away.

I know. But I wanted to get it for him.

I smiled and headed towards the door. I waved to Doc on the way out, and Sweet Tooth and I went out the back door. The skies were gray but there was no rain, so I put the top down to get some fresh air. We both jumped in and I headed down the narrow back alley to find a turn that wasn’t one way. I made it to Spring Street and knew if I turned right on that and turned left down the alley by the old bike place, I could jump onto High Street, the main road for Hillview.

Peter, why do you want to go to this antique shop? Didn’t we both think the guy was spooky?

Yeah. He was spooky but I don’t know... I just have this feeling.

I hate it when you get these feelings.

I looked at Sweet Tooth.

It’s probably nothing. But I just want to know for sure. You know me, I’ll wonder about it all day and I want to enjoy the rest of the day.

OK, maybe he’ll have some cool antiques there.

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