The misty path stretched out before them, at the end lay a graveyard filled with fog. Three girls stood at the of the path. This was the start, the beginning of a story that would be told for generations...

“Oh hell naw,” said Betty as she turned around and headed back to their car, “I didn’t sign up to walk headfirst into a creepy graveyard.”

Dora nodded in agreement, “My grandma is dead, I don’t really care what happened to her.”

Emma grumbled as she started the car, “I don’t even know why we’re out here, the author did an awful job of giving us any motivation.”