WHO WALKS THE NIGHT? Who walks the night? We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery. I can see dark shadows lurking. Eerie lights flickering near the tombstones. Too much activity for a place of death. Too many shadows for a few headstones.
Who walks the night? Night should be a time for reflection. A time for silence. When you could hear your own thoughts. Your own heart pounding. Not a time for dark shadows and footsteps. Who walks the night? The Dead do. They wait for the moonlight. They wait for the darkness. Then they appear in all their glory. Keepers of the night. Phantoms of the night.
Who walks the night? Not us anymore. For soon we will be the next victims. The next to fall prey to The Dead. We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery. I hear footsteps. Moving closer. THE DEAD GAME
The woods are mysterious. Who knows what lurks inside the dark shadows? Are there spirits or ghosts? Evil waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims? Or maybe there’s just beauty and warmth. And maybe a deer or two.
Father John must be in his late fifties, guessed Linda, but he appeared very strong and rugged-looking for a man his age. He also seemed to be troubled. His eyes darted around as if he expected to be overheard by someone, even though the church was empty and quiet.
After Linda finished with her story, the Father began his. “I’ve always believed that there was something wrong with this town. I’ve sensed the evil brewing beneath the surface all these years, getting ready to explode at any moment. The older residents are very reclusive during the day. Twice a year, a huge party is thrown at Diane’s house. These parties are given at night—just like all their other activities. Secret meetings at their homes take place only in the dead of night. They never attend church, but seem to hide indoors during the day.
“I’ve remained living here only because I’ve wanted to keep a vigilant watch over the town and its strange inhabitants. Every year, a tourist disappears and very little is mentioned about it in the town paper or by the townspeople. Sheriff Sam makes an effort to investigate the disappearances, but nothing is ever solved.”
“Do you believe that the ones responsible are human?” Shana asked. Linda knew that Shana had strange premonitions about the town: her cards had always pointed to some kind of supernatural being.
“Over the years, I’ve asked myself that same question many times. Once I even tried to pursue this inquiry. A few years ago, I decided to follow the line of limousines to one of Diane’s secret parties. I climbed a tree in the dark and peeked into one of her upstairs windows. In a very dark room, men and women were sitting around a long table, dressed in long black robes with hoods covering their heads and faces. It appeared as if they were waiting for someone to arrive and occupy the empty seat at the head of the table.
“The door swung open, and in walked Charles Wolf, who sat in the large empty chair. He was also wearing a long black robe, but his hood was back. He glared out the window—right at the spot where I was hiding. Afraid that I’d been spotted, I quickly fled the scene. I’ve never returned to the hill nor spoken to anyone about what I saw or thought I saw.”
At End House, Deputy Carl was waiting for them. He was leaning against his patrol car, as if he had no worries in the world, as if no one had been wondering where he’d disappeared to for hours, Todd thought in anger.
He has never trusted Carl, with his shifty eyes behind his thick-rimmed glasses, which made his light- blue eyes appear huge. His wheat-colored blond hair hung long and limp, making Todd want to dunk him into a tub of soapy water. Instead he just stood in front of Carl, giving him a long, hard look.
Carl turned his face away and marched into the house.
This time around, Todd didn’t feel the evil presence in the house that he’d felt earlier. The candles along the staircase and on the walls had disappeared. He stood in the darkened hallway, stunned that the party could have been dismantled so quickly and thoroughly. He’d been in the house only twenty minutes ago. Who could have accomplished this so fast? Someone had spent a lot of time planning the fake party and then had cleaned up all evidence of it.