There's something about a ruined chapel at night that is a magnet to foolish kids seeking excitement.
We see it here at Bethesda, its derelict skeleton harbouring shadows that are black even against the blackest night. And here in the graveyard, the teetering gravestones sentry restless sleepers beneath the collapsed coffined ground.
We see Tom and Craig, led by flashlight beams, climb over the stones of a crumbling wall into the vast mouth of the hungry building.
We can almost taste what they smell, almost hear what they hear.
Happily, having led them here, we are now free to leave.