When she reached the end of the tunnel, Jasmine ached. She was gasping for air and her nightshirt was drenched with sweat and coated in dirt. Had she made it? Had she really escaped the deadly predators who hunted her? Her own house was a mile away. All she had to do now was get to the vehicle she and her aunt had hidden in the shed a few steps away.
The early morning air beyond the opening made her shiver. She peered cautiously into the quiet cemetery. Her spot was hidden behind a hedge. Thankfully it was still early autumn and the leaves hadn"t dropped yet. She didn"t see anything. She listened, straining to catch any stray sound. Nothing.
It had been a harrowing race through the passage. At least four times a blast of heat scorched the air at her back. Each time, she imagined the drag
