We all watched the tiny figure cling to the overhead light fixture. It was black as tar except for the jewels on its mask. "So it doesn't try to attack you or anything?"
"No. It just... stares." Chet had lost a lot of weight. His hair stuck out at odd angles, as if he'd been tying it in knots.
"That's not so bad, then. Small price for violating that ancient burial ground, right?"
"I want to die," Chet said.
Reggie shrugged. "So do it."
"I tried!" Chet glanced over his shoulder and shuddered. "I think it called the paramedics."
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