A Favorite Piece: Out of the Dark

Excerpt:
“Jesus! It sounds like nails on a chalk board!” Steve thought as he looked over at the two small bodies laying on the cold damp earth. The constant scrape of the shovels in the dirt and rock was rather unnerving. It was sending chills up his spine and making all of the hair on his arms stand on end. “Maybe it isn't just the sound of those damn rusty shovels scrapping the rocks that's giving me the willies,” He thought to himself as he wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his patrol jacket. “What if it's them?” The voice of a child slowly whispered. The voice was like a cold knife scratching in his head. It wouldn't go away. It was in the back, throbbing in his brain, repeating its question over and over. He watched as the other two deputies shoveled the dark rocky soil out from under the leafless oak tree. The moonlight shone through the branches giving the three men just enough light to see the gaping hole they had dug at the tree's base. The hole was almost finished and as far as Steve was concerned, it couldn't be done and over with soon enough.
“This should do it Boss.” Dave said as he tossed his shovel aside. “Seven feet deep is good enough for government work if you ask me.” Devin nodded at them both. “There's no use in going deeper, no one will ever find them out here. I say we finish this shit and get the hell out of here!” “Well, lets just keep our shit together, and get this done.” Steve hissed.
Dave and Devin heaved the two limp bodies down into the cold dark earth and grabbed their shovels. Down in the hole the two little creatures were facing each other, foreheads touching as though in a peaceful sleep. "They look so innocent!" Devin spat at the two little figures lying in the hole. The only sign of life was the faint mist coming out of their noses and the slow rise and fall of their doll sized chests. “Well, looking innocent won't help you now!” He said dryly to the two unconscious children. He was glaring down at the two petite figures with raw malevolence in his eyes. Steve was sure the cold wasn't getting to Devin like it was getting to him. Nothing but fire and hate in those eyes. Since Devins little brother Buck was killed there's been nothing short of steam coming from Devin. Steve looked at the bodies one last time, and pitched a shovel full of dirt down into the hole. The three men worked quickly and silently not looking at each other, not wanting to pierce the silence of the night for fear of waking the two demented creatures below. They packed the earth with their shovels and raked some leaves and twigs over the fresh dirt and rock. It had only been six hours since the plan began, and now it was completed. The three men stood silently staring at the ground before them.
“I feel like we should say something.” Steve breathed. There was no response from the two other officers for so long, that Steve began to wonder if he had imagined saying it. Finally Dave whispered, startling Steve a little. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me in the paths of righteousness, For his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.........