Lynn wasn’t really sure why she had let herself be talked into this.  She found herself walking through a graveyard at night with her older sister, Laine.  Why?  Because Laine had dared her to come out and do this.  Sure, Laine was right here with her, but somehow, that made it even worse.<br/><br/>Laine and Lynn couldn’t know each other better than they do for they were twins.  Laine is the older by a full ten minutes, and even that seemingly insignificant fact has contributed to the personalities of both sisters.  For instance, Laine is outgoing, Lynn, more reserved, even slightly shy.  Laine is the risk taker of the two, while Lynn prefers the safer, surer course.<br/><br/>The girls have brunette hair, and both wear it long, striking brown eyes, olive complexion and fine features.  They are around 5’6” tall and of slender build.<br/><br/>Laine seemed to derive great pleasure from talking Lynn into doing something she did not want to do.  It happened more often than Lynn would like, but tonight she really wondered why she had let Laine talk her into such an adventure.  Bordering the cemetery, not far from where they were walking were old gnarled oak trees that seemed, to Lynn, anyway, to twist into ghoulish shapes, the limbs often resembling arms outstretched in terrible poses.  The graveyard was silent except for the sound of crickets and their own footsteps and the occasional dog barking in the distance.<br/><br/>Lynn had had enough and just wanted to leave, but she was sure that she would not be allowed to, not until Laine had succeeded in scaring her half to death.<br/>