the lounge chair. he would need to lock the east gate before going to his house. he groaned, but he knew there was no choice.
hot and now, well, maybe they were having a weather change, his mind drifted off to the hot cocoa he would have on getting home, the thought of that sent warmth through his entire body and he smiled to himself but the excitement was cut short as he suddenly hit his hand against something heavy and sharp.
"oh my god!" he yelped in pain, flashing his torch towards the substance and to his dismay, it was a white coffin.
for a while, he thought he was probably still 