Snippet #2170180

When they had finally stopped running, Malcom looked around curiously. How had no one ever noticed this place before? Who had put it here? The trees looked to be ancient. He mumbled a thanks to Chase when he passed a bottle of water over, and took a long swig of it. When he'd finished, he passed it a long to Madelyn.

"Chase- careful, you don't know wh-" He watched as his friend touched the pumpkin on what looked like a door in the tree and it suddenly began to glow. "Oh what the hell!"

Black fingers wrapped around his arm and suddenly he was pulled right behind Chase, through the opening in the tree. They fell through darkness for what seemed like forever, then hit the ground roughly. Mal landed half on top of Chase with a grunt before rolling off to the side, groaning. "Sorry," he muttered, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees to look around.

They were in another graveyard, though this one was haphazardly designed and the gravestones were in terrible shape. It was dark… so dark, but the land was lit up by a gigantic moon that it seemed like you could touch if you reached far enough. Mal ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip. Where they hell had they fallen? He'd never seen this place in their little town before. And that moon was just… unnatural. He pushed himself up and turned to give his friends a hand to help them up. "Everyone ok?" he asked.

Adam, who had been running right behind them, let out a groan and got up, rubbing his side. He held a hand out to Madelyn, pulling her up. "I'm good," he answered. "But where the hell are we? This… is not possible."