The Haunted Jalopy Races 

Once a year, every year, on the day they died, Gallant Joe Jones and shiftless Sylvester Sneep race for Sadie’s hand.

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    The first anniversary of the fatal jalopy race was another cool, dark night–just like that first year. The ground had been soaked with heavy rains, but now the sky was clear and starry–again, just like that first year. Everyone of course pretended as though they didn’t know what the day was, but Sadie knew it all the same. Just before midnight, when she knew that she’d never be able to fall asleep, she slipped on her shoes and jacket and went out for a mournful solitary walk along Five Falls Road.

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