• As they walk into the cemetary, John stopped and began to cry. He was only 7, and terrified of the dark. "Why are you making me do this?!" he screamed at his brother, Victor. "Because, if you don't do it, I'll lose five dollars," Victor said, annoyed. His best friend Roger had bet him he couldn't stay at the cemetary for the night. He taunted Victor until he caved in and took the bet. Suddenly, Victor was pulled out of his daydream about videogames when he heard his brother scream. He rushed forward, yelling for John. Victor stopped dead in his tracks. John lay there, his head cracked open upon a headstone. Beside the body, the soil was pushed up, as if a something had purposely tripped John. "Oh no.. Moms gunna kill me.." Victor sat there, thinking about the grave. He got up, tears trickling slowly down his face. He walked to the gates and tried to open them. All they did was rattle. Victor sighed. Now how was he going to get out? Suddenly, he felt like he was being watched. He hissed out a few breaths as he heard a groan behind him. He turned around slowly, and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Lookssssss like we have a vissssitor...." whispered one of the figures. The last thing Victor heard was the slow creaking of the gates opening.