You say "No way am I going in there! Probably rotten floors 
and spiders, and it would be trespassing."
	Your friends follow you.
	"You're probably right," says Mike.
	"Aw, it would be fun," says Becky. "Maybe some other time."
	You walk on down the road and soon you are at the old graveyard.
 	"Now this place is spooky!" whispers Mike.
	"Yeah," answers Becky. 
	You nod in agreement, looking into the cemetary.





	There is a full moon , and a fog coming up out 
of the ground on this cool night. You shudder.
	"Let's go!" you say.
	But just then, you hear a strange sound. It's coming out 
of the graveyard.
	"Help!" a voice meekly cries. "Help me!"
	"Who's there?" you call out.
	"Help! I'm stuck!"
	"Who is it?" Becky calls out. But there is not an answer.
	"Probably some kid was playing in there," says Mike. 
"We should go in and help."
	"Let's go call the police," Becky says.
What do you do now?
Go home and call the police.
Go into the graveyard.