The sun was just beginning to rise and the morning air was still chill as I stumbled home from the bar. I had been there all night, drinking away my sorrows with friends. The night had been a blur and I couldn’t remember much, but I knew that I had made a terrible mistake.
My head was pounding, my stomach was churning, and all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep for days. But as I stumbled up my front steps I noticed something strange. The door that I had locked before leaving the house was now ajar.
I cautiously pushed it open and stepped inside. The house was dark and eerie, and I had the feeling that something wasn’t right. As I crept through the hallway I began to hear a faint, but familiar sound coming from the basement. It was the sound of a plumber’s wrench against pipes.
My curiosity got the best of me, so I slowly descended the stairs and into the basement. To my horror, I found a plumber hard at work on the pipes that ran along the walls. He was an old man with a grizzled face and he had a strange glint in his eye.
He stopped his work when he saw me and said in a deep, gravelly voice, “You’ve come to see the crypt, haven’t you? Well, you’d better be careful. It’s full of things that should not be spoken of.”
And with that, he returned to his work and said no more. I knew better than to press him for details, so I quietly backed out of the basement and out of the house. As I walked away from my home, I could feel the chill of the crypt still lingering in the air.
I don’t know what awaited me in that crypt, or what secrets it held, but I knew that I would never go back. Not after what I had seen.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
