Brock looked at his watch, “Where are they?” He asked the darkness as if he would hear an answer back. Why had he agreed to meet this late in the middle of nowhere?
The moon was full in the night sky and he hated to be near the town’s cemetery. Mostly because of the dead silence that seemed to fill his head with the noisiness of fear. The other reason he hated it out here, the fact his close friend had been buried there so many years before and he had never been to visit. Guilt settled on him immediately, he looked down the road and saw no headlights in view and again glanced at his watch. He found his feet moving him towards the headstone of his buddy not fully sure what was pulling him there.
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