Emily is face to face with her tormenters. Will she be able to keep her cool and hide her love letter before they can get ahold of it?

‘There will be a full moon tonight,’ she silently noted to herself.
And as she noted what tonight held, for a minute the wind stopped blowing, the trees stood still, and the chatter silenced. Emily heard the crunch of a dead leaf and out of her peripheral vision a worn out dress shoe appeared parting the grass around it. He sucked in a deep pocket of air and broke the silence.
“Its getting late, and cold.” He stated simply.