Chapter One

To the Cherry Hill cemetery please," the girl told the cab driver after she got in. The cabby nodded and drove off. She looked out the window as the small town of Clover passed her by. Everyone who lived in this small town was at the one and only cemetery in Clover. Someone had died, and the entire town felt the loss.

"This is the seventh trip to the cemetery today," the cabby said, looking back at the girl who still gazed out the window. "You don't look dressed for a funeral. Did you know her?"

"Yes, we were close," she answered, not making eye contact with him at all. With her long curly blonde hair tucked in a baseball cap and almost- black sunglasses covering most of her face, she knew he couldn't tell who she was. She wore a large sweatshirt under an even larger jacket with jeans that were about two or three sizes too big. There was no way a person could tell who she was, which was the entire point.

The girl paid the cab driver, said good-bye, and started off to the entrance of the cemetery. There were enormous groups of people, for this town, heading through the main gate. Not wanting to be noticed, she looked around; and off to the right, barely visible through the trees, she saw another way in. Moving the large limbs, the small unused, withered path came into view. With the trees swaying slightly with the fall breeze, it instantly gave her the chills. After taking a deep cleansing breath, she started into the cemetery. This particular trail was almost completely covered by low-lying weeping willow branches. She had to move several dense limbs to make her way