“The cellar,” Jamie gasped, pointing to a rusted ring in the floor.
They ran. The song followed them, not from the corpse, but from above—a rhythmic flap, flap, flap of leathery wings. Riley looked up once. Mistake. Jeepers Creepers
“Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those peepers…” “The cellar,” Jamie gasped, pointing to a rusted
And then she saw it. A loose board in the wall behind the creature. Beyond it, a glint of metal. An old fuel oil tank. ” Jamie gasped
The night was too quiet. No crickets. No wind. Just the wet crunch of their sneakers on gravel and the smell of turned earth. That’s when they heard it first. A song.
“…Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those eyes?”