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Trapped, by Jezebel Rose

CHAPTER ONE: FORBIDDEN

“Young woman, this area is off-limits.”

The words rang through my head as I walked along a small trail to the graveyard’s rear entrance. I knew the guard was right, and that’s why I came back at night.

None of my friends came with me. They all pussed out a couple of hours ago when the guard told them no. Please. It’s all just a lie formulated by the law to keep the town from entering the burial grounds. There’s nothing there but a bunch of decaying bones and dead old guys.

I chuckled to myself as I clicked on my flashlight.

The sun had set an hour ago. Everything was pitched black other than where my flashlight shone as I walked up to the barricaded doors.

A chilled breeze blew across my skin and stirred up the fall leaves around me as I stuck my crowbar into the decayed wooden door. Chunks of rotted wood fell to the ground as I bashed a hole into the lower part.

Peering through the hole, I saw nothing but darkness. The hair on my arms stood on end as I stepped inside.

The temperature immediately dropped several degrees.

Sounds of water dripping in the distance echoed off the hall as I stood there and surveyed my surroundings. Just because I was brave didn’t mean I was stupid. I wasn’t about to fall into a dark hole, only for my bones to be found centuries later by someone else tempting their fate.

I shined my flashlight on the ancient crypt walls. Symbols from long ago were partially faded. It seemed like something you would see deep in a pyramid.

The ground seemed to shudder as I traced my fingers along the indent of a large triangular symbol. It had a star in the center. I studied cults throughout my college career, and none of these seemed familiar.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued down the hallway, my flashlight making wide sweeps in front of me.

Everything seemed pretty normal, an ancient crypt, cold stone floor, half crumbled walls and one thick layer of dust over everything.

Two doorways. One to the left, one to the right.

I chose the left.

Peering inside and sweeping my light across the room revealed several large caskets with broken urns surrounding each. I stepped inside and bent over next to one of the urns. Ash had spilled out and covered the floor around the rotted caskets in the middle of the room.

Standing back up, I headed into the other room.

Same thing. Large caskets, rotted urns, and nothing more than a bunch of ash.

I went in for a closer look at the caskets. These seemed to be slightly different than the ones in the other room.

These were slightly more extravagant.

I grabbed the top of the casket and pushed it off. It fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Inside was the skeleton of some sort of creature. It wasn’t human. The claw marks on the top of the casket meant the creature wasn’t dead when placed down here.

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