R.L. Stine GB SERIES 2000 #11 ATTACK OF THE GRAVEYARD GHOULS

The fog shimmered up over the dark grass, over the bent scraggly trees. Covering the hill, covering the graveyard. Then I heard the horrifying moan through the windowpane. I heard a long-low moan floating from the hill. Human and animal at the same time, so cold, so sad, so near.