The next time he went it was so dark, the slither of moon totally lost behind foreboding grey cloud. Up the winding driveway to the graveyard, the man pushed a wheelbarrow. It clattered and rattled, filled as it was with a shovel, rope, a crowbar, a saw, pliers, piano wire, a machete, a sledge-hammer and an electric drill.
He might not get to hear the bastard actually scream, but one way or another he was going to have his revenge.
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