Brenn Lawrence clumsily climbed out of her vehicle and leaned against her beaten black sedan. A lone, flickering streetlamp provided the only illumination, back-lighting the Haunt in a rotten yellow halo while she waited for the others to arrive. It was the night after the Hunt for Dirge had begun and directions had been distributed to her companions, along with the insurance that they would all get very, very wet.
Lawrence dipped into her jacket pocket and produced a triple plastic bagged flashlight and then stared at the yawning black maw of the sewer drain which sat several yards off, almost as if in challenge. This time, she had come prepared.
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