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until
my back was against the stone door of a tomb and there was no further for me to
go. A voice called out, "Who's there?" and the cold quality of it sent shivers
down my spine. There was a click, and a beam of light swept the area, lighting
on my face.
I looked towards the source of the light -- welcome light -- and saw a
man standing there, not much older than myself. I didn't recognize him, so I
felt that perhaps he was one of the students from the local college or perhaps
a private school nearby. He stood perhaps 6 feet tall, with sharp features and
a bright shock of unruly blond hair. His expression was concerned, and I
realized what a fright I must look. I ran my hands self-consciously through my
dark hair, brushing tangled locks back from my face.
"I heard voices and a car," he explained, moving closer to me, reaching
out a hand to help me stand. The shock of his cold touch made me grasp his
hand longer than I had intended, and I slowly released it to rub my hands
together for warmth. He continued, "And then I heard the voices leave, saying
something about having left someone in here as a trick. I thought I should
come look." He gestured at a house nearby. "I l
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