The Dead Writer

In nearby Durham, a talented young writer battled an incurable disease until it ended his life just six months ago. His body was found in a chair before his typewriter, hands still on the keyboard.

Teary-eyed friends and supporters commented that the young man had lost his fight with death before he had completed his greatest tales. They buried him with his typewriter in honor of his achievements.

A week after the funeral, the caretaker at Mount Hope Cemetery hung up his keys and quit. He later confessed to a friend that he was trimming a hedge near the young man's grave site when he heard a sound from below the hallowed ground -- clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack... like typewriter keys.

Was the gifted young scribe continuing his art from beyond the shadow of death?