Ted looked about. The little overgrown meadow as bright with August sunlight; warmth lay like a pleasant cover over his skin.
"Who said that? I don't see anyone."
"Over here," "here," "here," "and here," replied a chorus of invisible callers.
Ted moved forward, afraid but even more curious. He quickly stumbled over the first all but hidden tombstone in an abandoned cemetery. A blade of grass slithered across his foot, and he turned and ran for all he was worth.
Lilting laughter followed him, echoing in his ears all the way home:
"Please come again and visit anytime!"