(A multi-part fictionalized account of the truth)
Overhead, night clouds glided east and skimmed over the illumination of the half-moon. Jason walked with practiced silence though the headstones, which were glowing with soft, cold light. Even a listener in the ground below might not have heard Jason pass.
Strangely, the oldest part of the cemetery did not lay along the original wall by the street. Instead, the venerable graves rested closest to an older entrance, one which had fallen from use long ago. Over on Jason's left, along the forest edge, an oddly small building stood near the mouth of that decayed road, and a void in the trees marked its plunge into absolute blackness.
Jason stared at the void like an enemy. He would battle it soon. And the blindness. And the fear. For the moment, though, he dared to release himself into the stillness, and he reveled in it.
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