The wagon road would take them past the little cemetery (as old as the town, though no one could say precisely who was buried there) and up the back side of the hill. XXX Old Mr. Her heart froze. She passed it through the fence bars and prepared to wriggle after it, but Thomas said “Wait!”
Carol-Anne rolled her eyes. Dawdling again, Thomas said, “I hear something out there.”
“You’re imaging things,” Carol-Anne said. Thomas tried to object but Daniel stuck a hand over his mouth and actually picked him up and dragged him. “Let’s go,” he said. She was hungry for more. She could already taste what would come when he lost control, squirting into her and overflowing. It wasn’t until she saw the horror on her mother and father’s face that she flinched too, though only a little. They seized Carol-Anne a moment later, a large man in a pig mask throwing her down in front of the crowd. It’s a party, after all…”
She tightened her
