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away.
    The embers seemed to glow brighter whenever she looked at it. Maybe, it was just my foolish imagination. I glanced at Goose from the corner of my eye. He seemed to be more interested in staring at the wall behind Derek and Jenny. I secretly hoped he would have seen what I saw. The shadows seemed to dance an eerie dance on the wall.
    “Speak up, woman! We’re waiting for your answer”, said Hound firmly.
    “I know this place inside out. There are 200 graves out there. The graves belong to people from about 350 years ago. I know many families from around the place who have someone buried in here. These dead people talk to me, they tell me stories. They’ve told me horrible stories. I know it sounds crazy, but believe me, they do”, said Jenny, as she looked around to see shocked faces.
    Goose burst out laughing and I couldn’t help but smile.
    “A whacko!” exclaimed Goose, “I bet she knows that wolf too”.
    All of a sudden, the wind died and the howling subsided. It was as though somebody had flicked off a switch up there and the place became awfully quiet.
    The rain had subsided too, all that followed was an eerie silence. I would have expected a racket of frogs and insects to follow, but there was no such sound.
    “That’s right, Goose. Are there wolves around here, Jenny?” I asked, looking into her jet black eyes. They were as black as the night outside.
    “Are you crazy? There are no wild animals in this area. It’s a peaceful village, a small hick town right from the very beginning. My great grandfather changed this place into a prosperous village once he came back from Cambodia and that’s when we took over everything around the place.....why do you ask? Did you happen to see one?” Jenny replied, visibly tensed, biting her lower lip, “There are stories, evil, old tales, ignore them. Fools, ignorant fools….”
    I knew she was lying. Or she didn’t tell us the complete truth then.
    The sound of a truck stopping at the entrance of the graveyard broke the silence and the sound of banging doors filled the air.
    “Jenny! Jenny! Are you there?” shouted a husky voice from outside. We could hear the shuffling of feet running towards the cemetery and the sound of men shouting.
    “Yes, Uncle, I’m right in here”, shouted Jenny, quickly getting to her feet. Then looking at Goose, she walked towards the door and waited for him to make way for her to get outside of the room. She then stood under the steeple and waved out loud, “Come, my uncle’s here. He must have been looking for me. They would be clearing the road now. It’s safe to get to the mansion.”
    Hound stared at Derek, a face full of question marks. As Goose walked out of the tiny room, he halted suddenly to stare at the dark night, as though something had caught his attention. Goose was staring at something that lay among the 200 graves out there.
    One of the graves was very prominent. It stood out in the dark and he flashed his torch to get a better look. There was a statue of a life size angel. Her face seemed to rest on her palm as her elbow rested on the cross. The other hand firmly held a wreath as her drooping wings almost touched the ground.
    It was almost like she was trying to say that she had tried her best yet she couldn’t save the person from death. I waited for Goose to be done with his sightseeing and then I had to drag him out of the cemetery.
    Jenny held Derek’s hand as they walked ahead of us towards Motormouth. Her Uncle was waving out in relief. His happiness faded when he saw the four of us accompanying her. His helpers had almost cleared the road as he we walked towards him.
    “So that’s what the fuss was all about. What’d you make of it, Hound?” Goose asked, dawdling as we watched Jenny hug her uncle.
    “I have a feeling that this girl is soon going to need our help. I can smell trouble enveloping this place”, said Hound softly as he took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and lit