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alled out after my friends. No answer came. We
had each taken a flashlight from the car, and I took mine from my pocket and
flicked the switch. My breath caught in my throat when no light came. I shook
the object and the sound told me the batteries had been removed. I began to
curse my friends, cursing the day I had met them, cursing the fact that they
thought so little of me to leave me here with my fears. And when I was done
cursing, I sank to the ground, exhausted and terrified, huddled up against the
cold stone of a gravestone.
My fears grew, and I imagined I saw figures creeping from stone to
stone, glittering eyes peering out at me, glittering teeth with saliva waiting
to taste me. A scream caught and died in my throat, only a harsh croak
emerging. I struggled to my feet and began to run blindly, tripping over
stones, heedless of the bruises and scratches I received. Only a fall over an
enbankment to land face down in the soft ground of a bed of flowers stopped me.
My heart pounding, I slowly raised my eyes from the ground and looked for light
-- any so
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