The Weeping Stone
"Dude, look at her. Ain't she beautiful?" Mitch Ricker beamed with pride as he gazed upon his latest acquisition from the local cemeteries, a life size statue of a nude woman. His increasing obsession with funereal objects tended to make his friends somewhat uneasy. However, Mitch was always fun to be with, always doing something outrageous and exciting. For its size, the statue was remarkably light, requiring little effort on the young men's part to carry it into Mitch's hideaway....