The Dark 2
Excerpt
Bianca ducked into the Christ Church Graveyard. The gravestones and mausoleums were big and moss-covered. She hid behind the first mausoleum that she could find, a memorial to a man and his wife that rose at least eight feet into the air and was topped by a big cross. Soon she saw a shadow pass in front of the same crypt. She couldn't tell who it was.
Suddenly footsteps pressing down the grass sounded near. The stalker had obviously bounded around behind the mausoleum to search for her. Without glancing over her shoulder, she bolted. She threw herself down on the ground behind some live oaks in a patch of high grass.
Mosquitoes hovered overhead, big, fat ones that looked like vampires with long stingers. They kept on biting her. She didn't dare slap at them. She heard footsteps move all around her as if someone knew she was nearby but didn't know exactly where.
Right in front of her rose the biggest and oldest mausoleum on the island. If only she could reach it maybe she could find someplace to hide until the creep went away. Bianca didn't hear anything for a long while. She dared to stand up as quietly as possible. No one lunged at her. She moved forward slowly, step by slow step. Finally she pressed herself up against the big mausoleum door. To her surprise, the door opened. She stepped inside. No one would think to look for her here behind the wrought iron, swinging gate — rusty at that — of an old tomb. She could wait here until the assailant got tired of looking for her and went away.
Someone grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream. His hand was over her mouth. He dragged her away from the wrought iron door to the back of the mausoleum. She saw shelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling, each with an old mahogany casket resting on it.
He slammed her up against the cold stone wall, cold even in this heat. The wall felt damp with slime and mold. Spiders skittered around her. Cobwebs hung overhead, draping themselves from one side of the tomb to the other. They touched her cheek. They felt wet and sticky.
"I warned you what was going to happen to you the next time I saw you." It was Mike's gruff voice.
Bianca ducked into the Christ Church Graveyard. The gravestones and mausoleums were big and moss-covered. She hid behind the first mausoleum that she could find, a memorial to a man and his wife that rose at least eight feet into the air and was topped by a big cross. Soon she saw a shadow pass in front of the same crypt. She couldn't tell who it was.
Suddenly footsteps pressing down the grass sounded near. The stalker had obviously bounded around behind the mausoleum to search for her. Without glancing over her shoulder, she bolted. She threw herself down on the ground behind some live oaks in a patch of high grass.
Mosquitoes hovered overhead, big, fat ones that looked like vampires with long stingers. They kept on biting her. She didn't dare slap at them. She heard footsteps move all around her as if someone knew she was nearby but didn't know exactly where.
Right in front of her rose the biggest and oldest mausoleum on the island. If only she could reach it maybe she could find someplace to hide until the creep went away. Bianca didn't hear anything for a long while. She dared to stand up as quietly as possible. No one lunged at her. She moved forward slowly, step by slow step. Finally she pressed herself up against the big mausoleum door. To her surprise, the door opened. She stepped inside. No one would think to look for her here behind the wrought iron, swinging gate — rusty at that — of an old tomb. She could wait here until the assailant got tired of looking for her and went away.
Someone grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream. His hand was over her mouth. He dragged her away from the wrought iron door to the back of the mausoleum. She saw shelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling, each with an old mahogany casket resting on it.
He slammed her up against the cold stone wall, cold even in this heat. The wall felt damp with slime and mold. Spiders skittered around her. Cobwebs hung overhead, draping themselves from one side of the tomb to the other. They touched her cheek. They felt wet and sticky.
"I warned you what was going to happen to you the next time I saw you." It was Mike's gruff voice.
