The fog shimmered up over the dark grass, over the bent, scraggly trees. Covering the hill, covering the old graveyard.Spencer Kassimir heard the horrifying moan. Though the windowpane, he heard a long, low moan floating from the hill. Human and animal at the same time. So cold. So sad. So near...
"And Then What Happened?"
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