CRYPTAR INSPIRATION
It was midnight. Crickets and frogs were my companions, as was the Moon in the sky. I found myself in front of that gate again. I Could not help myself. Something urged me to do it. I had to come back. I had to enter the crypt again and look for that something I am sure is still in there.
What could it be? I don´t know. I Entered through the old, heavy creaking door and got immediately covered by darkness. Just me and wet, ancient darkness. What was that? Did I just hear footsteps? Did something just bang down there? Or was that just my imagination?
I lit a candle found on the ground as I stepped downstairs. The walls I touched were wet - no surprise, water was dripping down, painting small lakes under my feet. Suddenly I heard the church bells... has someone died?
