The rest of my drive is uneventful. Three minutes after leaving the officer behind, I pull to a stop, one hundred yards from the cemetery, and park behind a stand of trees. On my feet, I stalk a little bit closer, allowing the shadowy forest to cloak my approach. I keep track of both worlds by taking quick looks between frequencies, noting the ease with which I can now shift my vision. It’s not really a tactical advantage since the Dread can also view both worlds, but at least I’m not at a complete disadvantage, like most people. And if the Dread aren’t also monitoring both worlds, I might be able to walk right up to the front door. Fifty yards from the cemetery, I lay at the fringe of a fern patch, totally concealed by the lush, three-foot-tall foliage. Of course, all this effort might be for nothing. I have no idea how the Dread see our world. While my eyes can see like them, I’m still human, and still have two eyes instead of four. For all I know, my presence might shine like a beacon, though I don’t think so since I’m still alone.
