"Hurry up!" Shouted Jamie.
"I'm coming. " answered Lucy his little sister, as she ran to catch him up. They pushed with all their might to open the crimson, rusty gate. Thousands upon thousands of tilting slabs of slate covered every inch of the grass. "They're grave stones," Lucy announced as she dragged her tiny hand along the rough stones. The gravel scuffed the bottom of her shoes. The ground opened as if it was about to swallow her up. In a second she was gone. Frantically, Jamie stood there. Nothing was in the misty air, another grave stone appeared.