"Could someone else have rung them?" I asked.
Ramsey blew out a slow breath, studying each grave carefully. "The bells only ring for the reliving. The living can try to ring them, but the bells keep silent when they do. It's like an alarm for us since the reliving are so unpredictable...and sometimes violent."
I turned in a slow circle, searching through the skeletal trees. Now more than ever, I held my snow shovel like a weapon, and my chest pinched with how tense I was. "So where are they?"
"Well, the bells stopped," he said and started back the way we came, "but they couldn't have gone far since the school's gates are locked. Let's go find them."
When my gaze landed on the graveyard again, I stepped forward, squinting at one of the statues. "Wait. That statue's bell is gone."
He stopped and strode up next to me. "Probably rang too hard and slipped through the bars of the cage. I'll hang it back up."