Ethan guided them onwards, but it wasn't until they got to within about ten feet of an open grave that it became clear what exactly the source of the noise was. A clod of earth the size of a football flew out from the hole and landed with a moist thud on the ground. A weary grunt of effort accompanied it.
Swiftly and silently, Ethan and Ronnie covered the remaining distance. They both arrived at the open grave at the same time and shouted in unison.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?”
As quick as a flash the figure in the hole disappeared in a blur of earth and darkness.
“Where'd he go?” asked Ronnie, looking round incredulously. “It's like he winked out of existence.”
Ethan leapt into the hole.
“Here,” he shouted. “There's a tunnel. Come on.”
They plunged into the dark void
