“Hurry up! We’re going to be late!”
Crystal turned from the old antique store and ran to follow the others. It was sometime after 2 a.m.. She could just make out her breath in the crisp fall air as she passed under the rays of a street lamp before heading into the darkness of the woods that strung along the town’s edge. The sounds of running feet crunching into dead branches and fallen branches led her forward as she herself ran, clutching a locket in her closed hand.
She was 15 years old, tall, blonde, blue-eyed and cocky as hell. When someone came up with the idea to sneak into the old antique shop, steal some shit and hold some stupid séance with some booze prior to Halloween, she was all for it. It wasn’t going to be like they actually stole anything anyway. Jared insisted that if they were going to do this that everyone had to promise to put whatever was taken into the mailbox just outside of the shop before sun-up. Jared wasn’t much