Chapter 3

The limo was stopped on a small hill outside of the city, in front of the large iron gates that held back the cemetery. It was a garden where the blackest shadows of the city grew in the cold night air, and out of the limousine stepped the gardener. He looked back into the open door at the brown-haired man.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked in his whispery voice. "Why are you leaving everyone to die?"

"This city's getting worse all the time," replied the brown-haired man. "I'm going to my cabin now, to get it ready, so we can leave this place behind us forever."

"It just feels like you're running away, sneaking away in the night. I didn't think it'd be like this."

"That's only what it feels like on this end. Just wait until we get to my cabin."

The brown-haired man gently shut the door of the car. The boy just watched as it drove away, down the hill and to the north. Tear fell from his bright eyes until the car was out of sight. He pushed open the rusty gates and glided into the cemetery.

A woman was waiting inside for him. Her face was so pale it was almost silvery, and she wore the tattered remains of a blue party dress.

"Sad times once again, Keeper?"

The boy ignored the comment and swept right past on his way to the little shack that stood nearby.

"The doctor's gone, isn't he? You're in a lot of trouble. Does Keeper want me to show him again how I died?"

He opened the door and went in. The room had just a small bed and a desk with a lamp on it. Notes were scattered across the desk, covered with messy handwriting. The boy laid down on the bed and stared at the wall.

"I'll show you again, tonight, in your dreams," the girl said, standing beside his bed. For him, it was just another night with ghosts…