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Anabelle
Sarah She remembered. Gabriel showing her the book with the odd symbols and the map and the Bible-like story. Yet, there was no God in this story. There was Light and there was Darkness. There was Life, and there was Death. There were Existence and Nothingness. They didn’t quite believe it, of course, but it would be an adventure. Gabriel had figured out where the place was; the place the book spoke about. Something was going to happen on the night of the Equinox. All they had to do was be there. ‘It’s at the back of a field,’ he had said, the tops of his ears red, an unequivocal sight of his excitement. ‘Then there is some bushes and tall grass, just before some trees. Well, that’s what the maps show. But in between all that stuff… it’s there.’ She remembered pitching the tent at
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