The sound stirred Joseph to life. Disregarding Alexander’s gun, he ran towards the noise. Quickly, he disappeared over the crest of the hill.

The screaming continued, unabated. A hundred shouts of terror and agony rang through the din of the storm, climbed the cemetery hill and assailed Cadman and Alexander. The two men stood transfixed, listening, trying to see through the darkness. Neither moved for a moment.

The chorus ceased slowly, one voice at a time. The whole scene lasted minutes.

Alexander looked at Cadman. “You don’t …” he stopped, thinking.

Cadman felt the urge to turn and run; to get as far away from Trinity Hill as his legs could afford him. But his urge died with the grisly shouting.

“What about the boy?” Alexander asked. “Joseph.”

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