A scream came from the woods that chilled me to the core. Teenagers often used the Church as a place to get drunk, make out, and spook each other. I’d been here plenty of times and heard kids playing hide and seek, screaming and laughing like idiots. This one felt different. The same scream rang out again, and I turned and ran to my car. Maybe someone ran into a tree or fell and broke their leg. Either way, I wanted no part of it. I started the car and then looked back at Constantine’s marker. The document lay on top of the tall grass, almost as if it were begging me not to leave it there.
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