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Andy's laughter was the loudest to cover his discomfort. He took the lighter and used it to light up the tomb at the side of the church. It was like no other tomb in the graveyard, though He said he had seen similar things in England. It looked like a large stone box, big enough for two people, with two marble statues resting on the lid.

"Thomas Keeping Fell and Honoria Fell," Emilio said with a grand gesture, as if introducing them. "Old Thomas is supposed to have founded Norfolk . Though actually were there at the time too.

My great-grandfather's great-great-grandfather lived in the valley by Drowning Creek-"

"-until he was eaten by wolves," Dick said, throwing his head back in imitation of a wolf. Then he burped. Lisa giggled. Annoyance crossed Emilio's handsome features, but he forced a smile.

"Thomas and Honoria look kind of pale," Lisa said, still giggling. "I think what they need is a little colour." she retrieved a lipstick from her purse and began to paint the white marble mouth of the woman's statue with a waxy scarlet. Andy felt a sick twinge again. He had always been in awe of the pale Mrs. and the grave man as a child, lying there with their eyes closed, hands folded on their chests. And after his parents died, He had imagined them lying side by side like that in the cemetery. He, however, held the lighter while the other boys put on Thomas Fell's lipstick moustache and clown nose.

Emilio watched them. "Hey, they're all dressed up with nowhere to go." He put his hands on the edge of the stone lid and leaned on it to push it aside. "What do you say, Dick - shall we give them a night out on the town? Maybe in the middle of town?"

No, Andy thought in horror as Dick giggled and Lisa shrieked with laughter. But Dick was already beside Emilio, readying himself, the heels of his hands on the stone lid.

"On three," Emilio said, counting, "One, two, three ."

Andy's eyes were fixed on the horrible, clownish face of Thomas Fell as the boys pressed forward and groaned, muscles bunching under the fabric. He couldn't budge his lid an inch.

"Damn thing must be attached somehow," Emilio said angrily, turning away.

Andy felt faint with relief. He tried to look nonchalant and leaned against the stone lid of the crypt to brace himself - and that's when it happened.

He heard the crunch of stone and felt the lid shift beneath his left hand all at once. He moved away from him and made him lose his balance. The lighter went flying and he screamed and screamed again, trying to stay on his feet. He crashed into the open crypt, and an icy wind rushed around him.

Screams rang in his ears.

And then he was outside and the moonlight was bright enough for him to see the others. He had a firm grip on him. He stared wildly around him.

"Are you out of your mind? What happened?" Emilio shook him.

"It moved! The lid moved! It slid open and - I don't know - I almost fell in. It was cold..."

The boys laughed. "Poor baby's got the jitters," Emilio said. "Come on, Dicky-boy, let's take a look."

"Emilio, no-" But they went in anyway. Lisa hung in the doorway, watching as Andy shivered. At that moment, Emilio waved him over from the doorway.

"Look," he said as he hesitantly stepped back inside. He had the lighter out and was holding it over Thomas Fell's marble chest. "It still fits, snug as a bug in a rug. See?"

Andy stared down at the perfect alignment of lid and tombstone. "It moved. I almost fell in ..."

"Sure, whatever you say, baby." He wrapped his arms around him and hugged him backwards. He looked over to see Dick and Lisa in a similar state, except that Vickie, eyes closed, looked like he was enjoying it. Emilio stroked his hair with a firm chin.