(3rd person view)
Jason was calling for Lizzey.
"Your lagging babe!" Lizzey was still at the bottom of the hill. The cemetery was dark, and for a cemetery, it was filled with life. Even in the darkness, color popped out. The headstones were different, bright, beautiful colors.
"Jason, I don't think this is a good idea."
"Don't worry. The only person this place would cause danger to is Taylor and she is at your mom's."

Lizzey looked around. She could feel chills up and down her back. She had goosebumps all over her arms. Her giant jacket didn't keep her warm enough.

Jason was climbing the hill like a pro. But every couple minutes or two he would turn his head toward the old house, that had been abandon just weeks ago. He had felt as if he were being watched. He turned around to see that Lizzey's long black hair was caught in a twig. He sighed.
"Hold on baby, I'm coming."

Minutes later they were at the top.
"Babe, this...this doesn't look good." Lizzey whispered as if there were thousands of people watching.