Mary and Lachlan stared terrifyingly as a misty shadow passed their window. Their parents had left them alone late at night to attend an important seminar in the city over an hour ago. There was an eerie sense around the house and Lachlan felt scared. Mary was in charge and decided it was best if she called their parents. Mary frantically explained that a stranger was in the front yard of their house. Their parents said they"d be back as soon as possible. Mary called out to her younger brother to quickly lock all the doors and everything should be fine. There was no reply. Panicking, she scrambled to the front door only to find that it was wide open. A flash of lightning revealed a streak of blood that trailed on and mingled with the falling rain. The phone rang. A voice on the other side warned Mary that if she didn't come to the graveyard within ten minutes, her brother would die. There was a faint scream in the background and the phone went dead. Mary had no choice. She had to go. After unlocking her bike, she cycled as fast as she could to the graveyard through the dark and slippery night. Unaware of a large rock in the middle of the path, she crashed heavily to the ground.
Mary lay vaguely awake on soft comfortable bedding in a small room. She could see shiny surgery utensils and a strong smell of medicines was present in her room. Her parents must have picked her up and sent her to the hospital and went in search for Lachlan. Thank goodness everything was all right, she thought. There must have been a hole in the roof as drops of rainwater fell on her face. Mary did not mind, she had been through a lot and the rain did not bother her at all. She relaxed, but just as she did, a soft groan came from somewhere in the room. Suddenly Mary's eyes snapped open. Hanging from the ceiling directly above her was Lachlan, freshly skinned with blood dripping on Mary's face. Mary and Lachlan were at the graveyard.