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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.

But it was the eyes that froze her blood. Yellow. Hungry. Ancient. They weren't just looking at her. They were savoring her. Jeepers Creepers

Jamie fumbled, pulled his camping lighter from his pocket. Riley threw the bottle into the fuel tank’s open valve. Jamie flicked the lighter. The flame caught the trail of black ichor—which burned like gasoline. The night was too quiet

Then the singing started again, soft and playful. Just the wet crunch of their sneakers on

“The cellar,” Jamie gasped, pointing to a rusted ring in the floor.

The cellar exploded in a ball of white fire. The creature shrieked—a sound that split the air, that shattered the remaining stained-glass window, that sent every bird for a mile into panicked flight. It thrashed, wings flaming, and crashed up through the church floor, taking half the roof with it.