As quietly as she could, she drew her legs up, so that she was crosswise on the steps, as much in the shadow of the crypt front door as she could manage. Suddenly cozy with the spiders didn’t seem that bad. Were almost her best friends right now. It wasn’t going to be enough if someone was really looking, but if she made a run for it, well, hard to outrun a bullet. Her heart pounded so loud, she didn’t know how it couldn’t be heard several tombs away.
Everything seemed more. The dead smells. The stealthy sounds. The silence between the sounds. And the shots. A soft sound from the other direction made the one shadow stop. Then another shadow slowly grew on the path on her other side.
Her heart, her breathing either stopped or got too slow to feel or count.
The sense of being in that nigh
