It was official - the graveyard in daylight was way better than at night. The sun shined brightly, giving Dad, Darby, and me plenty of light to see. Wind blew like it was supposed to. The tree roots and branches were in their normal places. The ground wasn't shaking. Even the beer cans and bottles were gone.

And, and as far as I could tell, no dead ladies with glowing blue eyes hung around to drag me across the graves. Hurray for that. The thought of their icicle hands ...