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My girlfriend and I were crossing through a graveyard when she abruptly stopped and grabbed my arm. She grinned. I knew that grin. In a cemetery? It felt a little weird. Disrespectful, too. I looked around. It was obvious we were alone. New England autumn was in full effect. The ground was covered in dead leaves.
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A model looking sexy but not having sex in a cemetery. Photo via Flickr user megantedrow. A year-old substitute teacher at a Pennsylvania high school has been arrested for having sex with a year-old student in a cemetery. The incident took place earlier this month at Easton Cemetery, which is actually a pretty sweet spot for some al fresco fucking, given that its park-like environs were designed according to the picturesque romantic styles of the late 19th century. Police Lieutenant Matthew Gerould of the Easton Police told Broadly that Kelly Aldinger, the teacher involved, was charged with institutional sexual assault yesterday morning. The incident took place on May 6, when police officer Joseph Arredondo spotted the pair having sex around at 1. Approaching the vehicle, Arredondo ascertained that the boy involved was a junior at Easton High School. Unconfirmed reports suggest the pair have been in a sexual relationship since the fall, although the police state they do not believe Aldinger had relationships with any other pupils. Aldinger was employed by Source 4 Teachers, which provides supply teachers to schools across the USA. In a statement to Broadly, spokesperson Owen Murphy said, "The safety of students is always Source4Teachers' top priority.
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My girlfriend and I were crossing through a graveyard when she abruptly stopped and grabbed my arm. She grinned. I knew that grin. In a cemetery? It felt a little weird. Disrespectful, too. I looked around. It was obvious we were alone. New England autumn was in full effect. The ground was covered in dead leaves.

The place looked creepy. We did what we apparently needed to do. She seemed to enjoy it, at least. Afterward, I was trying to pick leaves and grass off and out of myself while she grabbed our clothes off the headstone. Like the others? The late afternoon dimness was giving way to full dark. Fog joined the mist and it crept down the hill into the cemetery like a shroud. My girlfriend looked enthralled. She got a couple shots, then gave me the phone to hold.

Thick, cold raindrops began to fall. While I was pulling my sweatshirt over my head, I heard her gasp, then moan. A hand — a cracked, skeletal hand — had burst from the ground and was gripping her ankle. I shouted and grabbed her arm, but she pulled away. Blood wept through her denim as the hand gripped ever tighter, and after a second, I heard the bone crack.

Her face took on an expression of intense discomfort, but she refused to shout. I yelled and kicked at the hand as profound horror forced adrenaline through my body. Again, I tried to grab her arms. She struggled, but I held tight. I pulled as hard as I could. As I did, a hideous rotting corpse was dragged from its grave. Rudolph Jans Mendelson. I was sobbing now and expending all the effort I could to pull her away from the corpse.

His misshapen head seethed with maggots and his eyes and tongue bulged out like some benthic atrocities that had never been exposed to light. My eyes were closed now as I pulled with singular purpose. I felt teeth sinking into my arm and my eyes flew open as I shouted with pain.

In that moment of agony and surprise, my grip loosened. His swollen tongue passed over her neck and face. She just watched me and watched my reaction. Unsettling Stories is on Facebook. Like this: Like Loading Ah yes, hybristophilia. Should have guessed this would come in one of your stories sooner or later. Your email address will not be published.

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A few years ago I met a girl online and we had our second date at a cemetery in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Then we walked around the cemetery making lame jokes and references to things we would never have said out loud or considered funny in non-uncomfortable situations, and after an hour or so a little buzzer must have gone off in our heads because we started without saying as much to look for someplace to make out. We made a beeline for a huge headstone towards the back of the graveyard, and as we were approaching it I dumped my half-full birch beer in a trash can because I was tired of carrying it around. Literally a full day. We would take breaks to smoke cigarettes, or to pick at the leftover picnic food, and then go right back into the grave humping. My date broke away at one point to go pee behind a tree, and when she returned she handed me a small white flower that I assumed she had peed on to be kinky. The early afternoon turned into late evening, and we got cold from all the being-naked stuff and started gathering up our crap to leave. All the openings were locked. Having not had a concrete reason to climb a fence in many many years, I was oddly pleased with the opportunity to do so, and proud of myself for being able to clear it without any major injuries. The minute we left the confines of the cemetery I immediately started feeling like the crustiest ho-bag ever.