Lucy turned to watch the armoured vehicle pass. Fog lights illuminated the pavement like a great spotlight. Lucy shivered. The lights were not of the charm of the stage but of the prison yard. She carefully pulled her cell from her purse…
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when suddenly, out of nowhere came the screams of the deceased, those unfortunate souls who lost their lives in the prison. Buried in the yard in unmarked group graves. They will have their revenge tonight.
Lucy screamed in terror as the first of the dead prisoners tore up from the soft earth, and ran in the opposite direction, towards town, in hopes that she would get there first.
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