dark clouds paint the foreboding sky. a broken pulse of lightning streaks through the dense haze.
by now, nearly two dozen costumed kids have gathered at the pet sematary. in the midst of the graves, a small story-telling campfire burns. a number of the boys sip beer, trying to pretend that the bitter after-taste doesn't bother them.
the kids quickly scramble for hiding places in the bordering brush, dropping their beer cans as fast as they can.
through the thick woods, drew is flanked by geoff and clyde.
the lullaby drifts from beyond the deadfall. the fog rolls inward, towards the distant burial ground. as geoff moves towards the deadfall, the fog converges around him.