Chuggie And The Desecration Of Stagwater - Plot & Excerpts
Six crescent moons loomed overhead like elders bent in a conspiratorial cluster. Angry, purple-gray clouds crawled across their faces. The ghosts didn't come near Faben's resting place. The drunken bastard had left a church key in her pocket, which was probably the reason they stayed away. But the darker it got, the closer the spirits came. Ghosts convulsed and bucked through the tall grass as if they were connected to torture devices. Some screamed and wailed, which made Dawes' skin crawl, but the silent ones were worse. At least with the screamers, he knew where they were. The creepers pressed in closer and closer as the darkness descended. Some of them grabbed for him, others just stared. A little boy with a stretched and twisted version of Dawes' own face pedaled through the clearing on a tricycle. The squeal of his rusty chain played an ominous theme for his own personal horror story. Dawes didn't know how long the church key would hold them back.
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