Could you increase the word count on this one?

It was late. Very late as Jeff staggered home from the pub.

A short cut through the cemetery would cut half an hour from his journey.

The place set his nerves on edge as he meandered down the path.

Then, in the distance, he heard it.

Tap, tap-tap, tap.

Curious, he began to follow the noise

Tap tap tap.

Finally, he saw it. A hunched figure kneeling before a headstone.

“What the hell? You scared the life out of me!”

The figure turned. It held a hammer and chisel.

With a toothless grin, it spoke.

“They thpelt my name wrong.”