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earlier in the day. It was heavy enough that he actually struggled with it. |
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"Oh, for Pete's sake," Betty Elizabeth grumbled, "you're such a wimp, Theodore. Give it to me." She reached out to take the cumbersome object from him, felt it start to slip through her hands and watched helplessly as it plummeted to the ground. It hit with a dull thud. She shined the beam of light down on it and saw the crack in the glass that zigzagged the length of the container. |
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"Now look what you've done," she hissed. Then they watched as the cloudy liquid began to seep from the jar, staining the ground around the base of the tombstone. |
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Their eyes were still locked when it happened. Betty Elizabeth reacted first. A second later, Theodore took note of the fact. There was a distinct movement in the ground at their feet. There was actually a shudder in the cold earth. |
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"Did you feel that?" she whispered. |
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Theodore looked at his wife's flushed face, then down at the ground where they stood. He snatched the flashlight from her, shined it first on the tombstone, then down at the broken jar slowly spilling its murky contents onto the clutter of dried leaves. "Feel what?" he asked. The tremor in his voice was a dead giveaway. |
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Before Betty Elizabeth could respond, there was a second occurrence, more pro- |
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