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"Faster...faster...C'mon! Legs move!!" Howie panted as the footsteps behind him grew louder. Ducking under a low branch, he pushed himself to run faster. His throat burned and his feet stung, but Howie would go the rest of his life feeling that if he just LIVED. He turned down the path and continued running as the man followed, not far behind.

It was a cloudy, over caste night, but Howie knew it was a full moon. The air was damp and thick as he gasped for breath. The gray night loomed before him as bare trees raced past him. The air was so cold it bite at Howie's nose as he jumped the fence into a long and wide cemetery. An owl hooted and some bats flew overhead. A gush of wind whipped Howie's face and nearly made him lose his balance.

Running at top speed Howie thundered past numerous graves.

“RUN!!" The voice boomed behind him, "RUN!! AS YOU CAN! FOOL!"

Frightened, Howie tripped and landed in front of a grave.

"Oh my God!" It said his named. The grave was soon to be his. It was open. Six feet under.

Getting up once more He jumped over tomb stones, and roots, and ran as fast as his legs would go. He twisted, turned! But nothing could shake off  the man.

Closer, Closer he ran! 50 Feet behind, 40 feet. 30! 25! 10 feet behind him! The shine of the knife indelible in Howie's mind.

Howie felt his body drain. He was slowing up, He was going to die!

He couldn't die! No! No! He was to young! It wasn't his time! But then again, It wasn't Nick's time. It wasn't Brian's time. Nor was it Kevin or AJ's time. But they were gone now, he was alone. And as Howie looked back, not only did he see the man, he saw the newly buried graves of his 4 friends. Right where the killer wanted them.

"No!" He screamed trying to pick up his pace. "Please no!" Laughing was his only answer. Howie looked behind him. The man was no longer there. Stopping, he turned around and looked all around. Shakily, he leaned up on a vault, not noticing, that the door was opened.

"Where are you? What do you want?" A hand reached out and grabbed Howie, pulling him into the vault, it pushed Howie onto the cement casket in the centre of the vault. He felt himself being pulled backwards as the man thrust him into the open casket. Howie closed his eyes, the opened them. He was in the cement casket. Looking to the right, the remains of a body were there! The skull of the dead person was looking strait at him! He was laughing at him!

Howie screamed as the man hovered over him.

"Why? He Whimpered, "Why us?" The man only smiled, and raised the knife.

"Goodnight, dear Howard, Goodnight." Howie looked up just as the knife came crashing down towards him.

Howie woke in a cold sweat. He sat forward in bed and tried to calm his breathing. His whole body ached as if he really was running from a killer. But it was a dream.

"That's all." Howie muttered more for himself the sleeping cat at the foot of his bed. "Just a dream, a silly nightmare." He was alive, A.J. was alive. Nick was alive. Brian to, and Kevin. And so was he. But he couldn't shake the feeling of fright. It was so real!

Howie lay back down in bed, still trying to convince himself that it was only a nightmare.

"Just a nightmare, just a dream, I'm OK, There still alive, just a nightmare, just a dream"

Or a premonition

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