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In the early afternoon on April 13th, 1985, 60-year-old Dorothy Thompson walked into a bank in St.

Bernard, Louisiana.

Her hip was really bothering her, so she was moving slowly, but at the same time, she was also trying extra hard not to limp or seem unsteady.

She knew the people in her small town liked to gossip about her, and so she didn't want to give them anything new to talk about.

But, as expected, despite her best efforts to conceal her slower, sort of limpy movement, when she got into the lobby, the handful of tellers and customers that were inside looked towards her, took stock of her, and began whispering.

So the little town of St.

Bernard was about five miles outside of New Orleans.

And it was the kind of place where people were generally pretty friendly and everyone seemed to know everyone.

But this smallness made it pretty easy for rumors to spread.

And most of those rumors in this town seemed to be about Dorothy.

Dorothy did have to admit, though, that she had given people a lot to talk about.

Dorothy, who had lived in this town for 39 years, was the owner of the town's pet cemetery.

Now, this pet cemetery was actually a true business.

Dorothy made her income from pet owners, you know, buying plots of land in the cemetery.

But that wasn't really the thing that made, you know, Dorothy stand out as the centerpiece of gossip.

It was the fact that she not only owned this pet cemetery, but she lived on the cemetery by herself.

And considering the fact that the cemetery also had a rumor of being haunted, it just seemed like how could anybody do that?