Alice walks. Sher walks 'cause she can't breathe. She's angry that you can. Mikey Fitzsimmons and his friends only went to St. Mary's Cemetery to hang out and tell ghost stories. Mikey's father, the gravedigger, had the keys to the mausoleums. Fourteen-year-old Alice Arthur had drowned that past summer. Mikey invented her frightening legend to scare his pals. They made their way down: to open the heavy granite door, to move aside the mosquito netting, to creep up for a closer look at the body. They had no idea what they were to awaken down there.