"You guys go ahead, i can look a little longer maybe i'll even find Max skulking around" you stepped away from the two teens who looked at you like you were insane, and ypu mightaswell have been. It would turn dark soon and you didnt live anywhere near this place. But your sense of adventure pressed on past the judging glances.
"If you see him, pull him by the ear and tell him my blood's on his hands. Ok?" With that you picked up your shovel and ran to a deeper much older part of the cementary, theold collapsed church was infested by rats and other vermin you prefered not to get yourself tangled with. The outskirts were the oldest graved and the door would surely be nearest to the church, this is where witches were buried. "Frickin love this spoopy shit" you chuckled to yourself beating the ground with your shovel and listening for hollow ground.
Thunk.
A single smack gave way to the whole foundation , stone and dirt broke beneath your feet dragging you into a funnel of dirt. San flew into your eyes and mouth while you screamed, but your friends were to late to arrive. The gloomy light closed off and you were burried alive.
(Nice job! You're dead!
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