We drove back to his place in silence, the shock of the evening starting to wear off just a little. Over time I think we all started to doubt what had happened to us that night; that is until we looked at the scratches on Kyle's van again.
They were a subtle reminder of our experience, and a very clear warning that whoever, or whatever, resides in that cemetery, did not want us there.
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