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"Why don't we go inside?" Vickie said, pointing a white hand at the empty hole of the church
doorway.
Most of the roof had fallen in, although the belfry was still intact, a tower stretching up high above
them. Three of the walls were standing; the fourth was only knee-high. There were piles of rubble
everywhere.
A light flared by Elena's cheek, and she turned, startled, to see Tyler holding a lighter. He grinned,
showing strong white teeth, and said, "Want to flick my Bic?"
Elena's laughter was the loudest, to cover her uneasiness. She took the lighter, using it to illuminate
the tomb in the side of the church. It was like no other tomb in the cemetery, although her father said
he'd seen similar things in England. It looked like a large stone box, big enough for two people, with
two marble statues lying in repose on the lid.
"Thomas Keeping Fell and Honoria Fell," said Tyler with a grand gesture, as if introducing them.
"Old Thomas allegedly founded Fell's Church. Although actually the Smallwoods were also there at
the time. My great-grandfather's great-great-grandfather lived in the valley by Drowning Creek – "
" – until he got eaten by wolves," said Dick, and he threw back his head in a wolf imitation. Then he
belched. Vickie giggled. Annoyance crossed Tyler's handsome features, but he forced a smile.
"Thomas and Honoria are looking kind of pale," said Vickie, still giggling. "I think what they need
is a little color." She produced a lipstick from her purse and began to coat the white marble mouth of
the woman's statue with waxy scarlet. Elena felt another sick twinge. As a child, she'd always been
awed by the pale lady and the grave man who lay with their eyes closed, hands folded on their
breasts. And, after her parents died, she'd thought of them as lying side by side like this down in the
cemetery. But she held the lighter while the other girl put a lipstick mustache and clown's nose on
Thomas Fell.
Tyler was watching them. "Hey, they're all dressed up with no place to go." He put his hands on the
edge of the stone lid and leaned on it, trying to shift it sideways. "What do you say, Dick – want to
give them a night out on the town? Like maybe right in the center of town?"
No, thought Elena, appalled, as Dick guffawed and Vickie shrieked with laughter. But Dick was
already beside Tyler, getting braced and ready, the heels of his hands on the stone lid.
"On three," said Tyler, and counted, "One, two, three."
Elena's eyes were fixed on the horrible clown-like face of Thomas Fell as the boys strained
forward and grunted, muscles bunching under cloth. They couldn't budge the lid an inch.
"Damn thing must be attached somehow," said Tyler angrily, turning away.
Elena felt weak with relief. Trying to seem casual, she leaned against the stone lid of the tomb for
support – and that was when it happened.
She heard the grinding of stone and felt the lid shift under her left hand all at once. It was moving
away from her, making her lose her balance. The lighter went flying, and she screamed and screamed
again, trying to keep her feet. She was falling into the open tomb, and an icy wind roared all around
her. Screams rang in her ears.
And then she was outside and the moonlight was bright enough that she could see the others. Tyler
had hold of her. She stared around her wildly.
"Are you crazy? What happened?" Tyler was shaking her.
"It moved! The lid moved! It slid open and – I don't know – I almost fell in. It was cold…"