The number of gravestones was decreasing, and the temperature was falling as well.
The tangible fear had dissipated, but the intangible trepidation was growing.
Kevin and Matt heard faint sounds, like invisible insects dancing their leg joints, crawling in their ears, the chill climbing up their spines and turning into a shiver in their minds.
Even Kevin began to doubt whether he had come up with a rotten idea.
Dew condensed on the short grass, transferring to their boots and adding to the cold they felt.
"Young... young master, I... I feel something watching us."
"That's... that's good, isn't it? It... it means our trip wasn't in vain!"
After walking a bit farther, Matt stopped, leaving only one person's footsteps to be heard. The leading Kevin stopped too.
"Um, Matt, are you alright? Are you still behind me?" Kevin slowly, slowly...