“What are we doing here?” I asked Tom in an uneasy voice .
“Stop shouting” he replied back .
We walked for a while but suddenly our torches went out and Tom started shouting with pain .
“Where are you?” I asked ” I don’t know .”
Suddenly our torches came back on and there it was the grave – the gravestone was in crimson which was a strange choice for the stone .
Mist began to gather around the grave. I frantically waved my hand through the mist but suddenly something grabbed Tom and began dragging him outside the circle.
There was nothing I could do and all I heard was screaming and I knew I was next…