The Crypt Chapter 3

(Echoing voice whispers)

‘Am I still asleep?’

‘Is the dream over?’

‘What happened?’

Slowly, I came to, like a hospital patient coming out of a morphine haze.

The dank and musty smell of the crypt was nauseating.

What had happened? How did I wind up down here?

Did the watcher that had followed me, infiltrate my subconsciousness?

Somehow forced me into a dreamlike state?

The only thing the watchers couldn’t comprehend just yet, was the concept of love.

The eternal devotion and belief in something greater than ourselves.

The unconditional human bond of connection.

I had followed the girl down to the church, we had entered it together and she had pointed to the spot where an altar should have been, but there was none.

As I approached the center of the church, the girl had disappeared and now I stood in front of a door in the ground.

I must have opened it, proceeding down the worn stone steps.

That’s all I remembered.

I opened my eyes and raised my body just as I started to hear weird mechanical sounds coming from the corner of the crypt.

It was pitch black as I made my way towards the sound.

As I approached the wall, I noticed an indent. My fingers touched something that felt like a door frame. I wiped away the dust from the frame and in the dim light I could see the words “restricted, no entry.” There was no handle, no doorknob.

I decided to put my full body weight against the door and pushed as hard as I could.

I heard pressurized air being released.

With a clank the metal door opened.

A vast tunnel network revealed itself in front of me.