"Could someone else have rung them?" I asked.

Ramsey blew out a slow breath, studying each grave carefully. "The bells only ring for the reliving. The living can try to ring them, but the bells keep silent when they do. It's like an alarm for us since the reliving are so unpredictable...and sometimes violent."

I turned in a slow circle, searching through the skeletal trees. Now more than ever, I held my snow shovel like a weapon, and my chest pinched with how tense ...