During the day the graveyard could be easily missed. The entrance was a simple cast iron fence attached to stone pillars that only rose to shoulder height. Because it was old some of it had been replaced by a section of wire fencing, giving it a shabby, under construction look. At night it was a different story, being on a residential street and on the apex of the bend the lights would be very noticeable as you came around the corner. If you lived close by it would a consistent reminder of your mortality. As a result the street it was on was not as well traveled as the surrounding blocks, which suited Jerry just fine.
Jerry had lived on the street since he was a child. For most of his life he had ignored the graveyard the way everyone else had, favoring the long way around or keeping busy as he passed on his bike or on foot. Sometimes he would literally whistle. But then came the high school dares, the way boys determine status by seeing how long each one of them could stay in the graveyard solo or how far they would be willing to venture inside.