Title: "Graveyard of Souls: The Revenants of Clide and Clemence"

Chapter One: The Unseen Chains

In the heart of France, where the vineyards stretch like green seas and the chateaus touch the clouds, there lies a small, opulent town known to few but envied by many. Here, I, Spencer Lefevre, begin my tale—a tale that transcends life and death, love and horror.

My family's estate, a grandiose structure of stone and secrets, stands as a testament to the Lefevre legacy. My parents, with their boundless love and inexhaustible wealth, have always given me more than I could ask for. Yet, I confess, my gratitude often lay buried beneath a mountain of youthful rebellion.

Sophie, my heart's counterpart, is the only one who sees through my façade. Her laughter is the melody that calms the storms within me. But even she couldn't foresee the darkness that awaited us.

It was a trip meant for learning, an excursion to the ancient graveyard of Saint-Clement—a place where history sleeps and whispers of the past linger. But history, as we would soon discover, is not always content to remain silent.

The bus, filled with the idle chatter of oblivious students, left without us. Engrossed in our own world, Sophie and I found ourselves abandoned as dusk painted the sky with shades of impending doom.

As night descended, the graves began to stir, and the air grew thick with the scent of decay. We stumbled upon cryptic symbols etched into the stones, and the ground trembled with the rise of the undead.

Sophie's screams pierced the silence as skeletal hands clawed at her, and I—powerless to save her—was swallowed by the earth's gaping maw.

Our demise was but the beginning. Awakened in the crypt of Clide and Clemence, we found our souls ensnared, our bodies vessels for the long-deceased. The heartstones that bound them now bound us, and we were left to wander the graveyard, our fates intertwined with theirs.

Will our parents ever uncover the truth? Will they recognize the strangers that gaze back at them with our eyes? Only time will tell, and time is a luxury we no longer possess.