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"
Who
's
out
there
?
"
he
called
,
his
voice
shaky
and
hollow
--
it
sounded
as
if
he
were
speaking
inside
an
insulated
tunnel
.
"
Seriously
,
this
is
stupid
.
"
He
hated
to
admit
to
himself
just
how
terrified
he
was
.
Instead
of
answering
,
the
person
gave
up
all
pretense
of
stealth
and
started
running
,
crashing
through
the
forest
line
around
the
clearing
of
the
graveyard
,
circling
toward
the
spot
where
Thomas
stood
.
He
froze
,
panic
overtaking
him
.
Now
only
a
few
feet
away
,
the
visitor
grew
louder
and
louder
until
Thomas
caught
a
shadowed
glimpse
of
a
skinny
boy
limping
along
in
a
strange
,
lilting
run
.
"
Who
the
he
--
"
The
boy
burst
through
the
trees
before
Thomas
could
finish
.
He
saw
only
a
flash
of
pale
skin
and
enormous
eyes
--
the
haunted
image
of
an
apparition
--
and
cried
out
,
tried
to
run
,
but
it
was
too
late
.
The
figure
leaped
into
the
air
and
was
on
top
of
him
,
slamming
into
his
shoulders
,
gripping
him
with
strong
hands
.
Thomas
crashed
to
the
ground
;
he
felt
a
grave
marker
dig
into
his
back
before
it
snapped
in
two
,
burning
a
deep
scratch
along
his
flesh
.
He
pushed
and
swatted
at
his
attacker
,
a
relentless
jumble
of
skin
and
bones
cavorting
on
top
of
him
as
he
tried
to
gain
purchase
.
It
seemed
like
a
monster
,
a
horror
from
a
nightmare
,
but
Thomas
knew
it
had
to
be
a
Glader
,
someone
who
'd
completely
lost
his
mind
.
He
heard
teeth
snapping
open
and
closed
,
a
horrific
clack
,
clack
,
clack
.
Then
he
felt
the
jarring
dagger
of
pain
as
the
boy
's
mouth
found
a
home
,
bit
deeply
into
Thomas
's
shoulder
.
Thomas
screamed
,
the
pain
like
a
burst
of
adrenaline
through
his
blood
.
He
planted
the
palms
of
his
hands
against
his
attacker
's
chest
and
pushed
,
straightening
his
arms
until
his
muscles
strained
against
the
struggling
figure
above
him
Finally
the
kid
fell
back
;
a
sharp
crack
filled
the
air
as
another
grave
marker
met
its
demise
.
Thomas
squirmed
away
on
his
hands
and
feet
,
sucking
in
breaths
of
air
,
and
got
his
first
good
look
at
the
crazed
attacker
.
It
was
the
sick
boy
.
It
was
Ben
.
