"Want some candy?" Danny repeated.
"No. I want to know what you wanted. And why meet here?" Wes couldn't help but dart his eyes around. He scanned the rows of graves. I am NOT scared, he reminded himself.
"Well…" the boy said, adjusting himself from his seat atop the gravestone. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit Wes had noted in the past. "You can guess why I would choose a cemetery."
A snap sounded behind Wes, and his head swung around. Seeing nothing, anxious, he looked back to Danny, who was now inches away. Wes screamed.