It's an old truth that somewhere out in the Travern hills there is an abandoned WW2 bunker. Some of the older kids said they nearly made it there, the real liars said they made it inside. The same kids also said that inside were skeletons, and experiments left behind from the War. It was common knowledge amongst the kids that Billy Troy had killed himself in there. And now haunted the place. Billy Troy had disappeared fifteen years before and his body had never been found. But if it existed the Bunker was many miles away, past a wood and farmland guarded by more than one vicious dog and a shotgun wielding crazy Farmer Drew. But that didn't stop Crow. Crow lived a few doors away from me, in the hills of the Travern Common. When Crow was younger she had broken playground rules, and we all watched in stunned silence as she crept her way past the fence into the older kids playground and took as many spoils as she could find. Lunch-boxes, deodorant cans, make-up kits, once a sing...