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The Dare (Part three)
The Daily Word #155 — Tension
The scent of roses lingered, resurfacing with each breeze.
“The rose on Emily Havenshire’s tomb is definitely made of marble,” Denise said. “I’ve seen it myself.”
A stronger gust blew past them, chilling Angeline, causing her to shiver and gasp.
Denise shrugged. “Maybe someone was here recently and left a bunch of roses on a grave?”
Angeline had goosebumps, but they weren’t from the cold. She looked back toward the entrance of the cemetery.
“I’m not feeling this anymore, Denise,” she stated firmly. “We should leave. We can come back another night.”
“The only reason we’re here is because of you,” Denise hissed. “You just had to accept the dare. And it specifically needs to be now, on Halloween.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t care if I can’t join the sorority.”
“We wouldn’t be able to join. We’re pledging together.”
Denise’s tone softened. “Look, it’s really important to my mom for me to join Zeta Chi.”
Angeline said nothing, so Denise continued, “We’ve already come all this way to this stupid little town, to this nasty cemetery … We might as well get…
