Then I heard it again. A deep, complaining moan. It was coming through the window. It was coming from outside. It was coming from the direction of the cemetery.
I stopped breathing. Long seconds passed.I told myself I was imagining things.I told myself to lure back down, to close my eyes, go to sleep, forget about it.
But there was no way. No way.
- pg. 109
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