Excerpt from "Present, Fifteen" (18+) - My scariest story yet, coming soon.

"You've got my boy in there."

"Yes, sir."

"Then go get him."

"Mr. Younts, I can't get him."

"Then let me."

Ledwell did not say anything to that because there was not anything to say to it, and after a while Younts took his hand off Ledwell's chest and stood there breathing, and then he turned around and walked back down the walk and stood with the others and looked at the school.

Ledwell's hands did not steady off for a few minutes.