• The sky was pitch black, the air was gray and thick with a misty fog. We held our breaths and waited in the erie silence of the graveyard. Just watching the moon slowly creep across the sky. Every breath we took was shorter and heavier then the one before it and we didn't know which one would be our last. It had been a week since Samantha's "Oh so mysterious death" and I was going to find out what killed her. Regardless of the dangers involved.