Secret Sanctuary
Chapter One
The sky had been clear all day, but as evening fell, storm clouds moved in from the sea,
blocking fragile moonlight and deepening shadows across a bleak and eerie landscape. The
wind had picked up, too, stirring dead leaves over the necropolis.
There was something in that wind, Elizabeth Douglas thought with a shiver. Something evil.
She glanced at the luminous dial on her watch. Almost midnight. Time for the ghosts to rise....
She and her friends huddled just inside the cemetery walls as they gazed in trepidation at the
shadowy formation of headstones and crumbling mausoleums. Silhouetted against the darkness,
marble angels stood with bowed heads and furled wings, celestial sentinels as cold and silent as
the graves they watched over.
Elizabeth didn't want to be here. She wanted to be anywhere but here. Spending the night in St.
John's Cemetery as part of a sorority initiation was just plain crazy, not to mention against the
rules. They'd all be in big trouble if the school got wind of what they were doing.
"Do you think we'll see Leary's ghost tonight?"
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