cold, night air swept inside the still room from the open window. He pulled up
his comforter close to his neck to keep himself warm. A loud ring was heard, and
he awoke from his slumber, groaning. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone to
"Yeah, whatta ya want?" he mumbled,
"Francis, it's me, Mark!"
"Mark Lelis! Now hurry up and get
dressed! We're going to that abandoned cemetery."
Francis instantly sat upright. "Say
Mark shushed him. "I'll explain later.
Now come on, I'll be waiting in front of your house."
Francis put down the phone, then got
dressed. What was Mark up to now?