Chapter Seven

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Zombies?Was the old lady crazy? Just because there was a graveyard in the woods, does not mean there are also zombies. But at the same time, what else could make sense? Well, they COULD HAVE been kidnapped. But there's no one for miles. Malled by a bear? No. I doubt that there are bears up here, and if there were, we would see a den or something.

I squat down next to one of the tombstones, and clear away the grass from in front of it. It said:

HERE LIES DANNY JOHNSON 1856-1890 R.I.P.

This graveyard was really old. Another one said: HERE LIES SAMUEL RAMOS 1879-1912 R.I.P. And so on and so forth. A lady named Olga was buried there, and a man named Andrew. I used to know someone named Andrew. But he wasn't born in 1906, and he is not dead--i think. The only thing that kept me from vomiting was the idea of the girls being found. But the stench of the graveyard, and knowing that Jordan and Alison are missing makes me want to puke up my guts.

"Um, guys. This ground does'nt feel right." Rita said, stomping on the ground by the graves.

"What do you mean?" asked Candy.

"You can't tell? It's like the ground is just patched up by the grass. Like someone dug the bodies up, and filled the whole up again."

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