It was official - the graveyard in daylight was way better than at night. The sun shined brightly, giving Dad, Darby, and me plenty of light to see. Wind blew like it was supposed to. The tree roots and branches were in their normal places. The ground wasn't shaking. Even the beer cans and bottles were gone.
And, and as far as I could tell, no dead ladies with glowing blue eyes hung around to drag me across the graves. Hurray for that. The thought of their icicle hands touching me drove spikes of shivers between my shoulder blades. I kept shooting glances behind me just to be sure those ladies weren't around.
Yellow crime scene tape bordered off an area inside a cluster of normal-looking trees. All but three hadn't been normal the night before. One more thing to add to the growing list of confusing. I remember quite vividly pulling up clumps of crispy, black grass. Why were Sarah's footprints the only black grass around?