They walked up from the river until they saw a couple of girls playing in a graveyard.
Owl and Raccoon watched one toss a coin, and heard it clink against a tombstone. She then took off skipping.
The other started singing, the rhythm matching her partner’s hops. Both noises grew, echoing off the walls, to a cacophony.
“Come play,” they said, the world snapping into silence.
“Looks fun,” Owl said. “But we don’t have the time.”
“We know why you’re here,” the girls said in unison, their dull black eyes glaring. “You want to see us. But we’re playing now.”