WTYTIAAN Chapter 248

Chapter 248 Chapter 248 Northeastern United States, a suburb of a city in Pennsylvania. The night is deep, the sky is like a splash of ink, pitch black, and strands of moonlight struggle to penetrate the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows between the tombstones, twisting and swaying with the movement of the wind, like the ghosts buried here holding a dance party for the dead. The cemetery is very quiet, only the rustling of the wind through the leaves can be heard. The gravedigger wrapped…