The Fears Are Alive by midnight-witchcraft, literature
Literature
The Fears Are Alive
“Where are we even going?” Riley sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “I wanna stay home. It’s too hot to be outside today.” “I think this is nice,” Jonas commented even though no one asked for his opinion. “We haven’t had a nice walk in a long time.” “I too agree that nice walks should be reserved only for lovely autumn days,” Zoe sighed softly, sounding tired and short on breath. Riley was flabbergasted that she was out here in this heat wearing her puffy, frilly black dress. “But as I already told you,” she cast a narrow eyed glare back at Riley, “I sense something.” “Well, how much further is it?” Riley complained, so tired that she was reaching her limit. “Riiiiight…” Zoe dragged the word out, walking a few steps at a quicker pace before she stopped, “here!” Riley and Jonas stopped beside her, looking around. The three of them were standing in an open area of the park, near the vast Shepshed forest, and… the graveyard. “Gotta be a