Oh dear, he thought, his mind racing. Detangling his arm once again, he managed to squeeze it up to gingerly knock on the wood. No reply, he tried again with the same response.
“Did you hear that?” Sally asked.
“What?” Chris replied. Sally was sure she heard a faint knocking noise, moving closer to the sound she rested her head against the grass –
“Sally that’s rude!” Chris yelled before a loud knocking broke through the earth, they both jumped in response.
“We should get the caretaker,” Sally nervously said, itching away from the grave.