“Shit, what is that?” Casey whispered to her friends.
Everyone froze, their eyes glued to the spot Casey was pointing to. Fingers trembling, Casey pulled out her phone from the back pocket of her favorite pair of jeans. She turned on her phone’s flashlight and aimed it at-
“It’s…an arm!” Millie whimpered from behind her.
Casey and her friends, Millie, Joe, and Aparna, often hung out by the ca...