Genevieve’s heavy eyes were wide as she crouched beside a bed. I stepped forward to get a better view and saw a sleepy figure stirring in the sheets. One of the other girls, slightly older than Genevieve but with the same thick black hair, propped herself up and rubbed at squinted eyes. “Wha…?” “I’m doing it tonight.” Genevieve’s voice was hoarse with excitement and fear. “What we talked about. Remember?” That got the other girl’s attention. She sat bolt upright, and her face turned pale. “But you… how?” The room, which I recognised it as the same corner room I slept in, had two beds. The one opposite—Genevieve’s, I guessed—was neatly made and hadn’t been slept in, even though Genevieve was wearing a long white nightdress. “I’ll follow him to his crypt,” she replied, speaking quickly. “He’s been going there every night for the past week and doesn’t come out for hours, remember? I think he’s trying to get the darkness to convert him. He’ll go there again tonight, I’m sure of it, and I’ll follow and lock him in.”
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