En cours de chargement...
Kevin's heart raced with a mix of excitement and terror as he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "Whose turn is it tonight?" Dale jabbed his elbow into Kevin's side, a silent reminder that it was his turn to tell a story. A promise made long ago in the cemetery under the full moonlight. But as they approached a lone figure perched atop a grave marker, the hairs on Kevin's neck stood on end and he trailed off in shock.
The eerie boy, their age but with eyes dark pools of emptiness, dared them with his gaze - daring them to raise the dead once more.
