Frank is starting to regret his decision to take this shortcut through the cemetery on his way home from football practice. When he left school and started heading home, the sun was out, the trees were packed with noisy, chirping birds, and it didn’t seem to matter that his cell phone battery had died and no one knew he was walking this way home. But something’s happened in between that time and this—the fog has rolled in, the sky’s grown dark and eerily quiet, and he just can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching him.