The drum noise got louder and louder until it became an unbearable banging, loud enough to wake even the dead. But after all, that was what it was meant for. A gush of wind blew, carrying the dust and ashes to the beat of the drums. If one was out at that late hour of the night one could hear the whispers of the dead. The drums stopped as suddenly as they started, leaving the whole town in silence. The dust had found it’s way to the place it was meant to be.
Everything was silent and still in the old Willow Creek cemetery. The darkness and weeds had taken over the whole place, leaving only pieces of tombs in sight. But one burial chamber seemed untouched by time: The Theroux Crypt. Nobody knew the secret of that small chamber where seven souls were said to be resting for eternity. Only a handful of elders knew the story from their ancestors and held a great fear towards that small marble crypt. A fear mixed with deep respect as the Theroux had set the foundation to the small city they were living in.
But what was hiding underneath it, in the deeper darkness of the earth? It was something that should never be released, the soul reason why the city was even built.
Suddenly, the wind started blowing and black storm clouds gathered above the town. The scary symphony began with a thunder. A wave of mist surrounded the cemetery and a loud crack made the crows fly away, scared. Something left its hiding place that night, something that should have never been set free. The town was in for the ride of its life.
[Isabelle’s POV]
A rusty smell filled my nostrils, dead rodents I assume. I felt the cold wind and shivered, trying to find my blanket and go back to sleep. “Mother…” I cried out softly when I realized I didn’t have it. Nobody answered. “Tonya…” I called out again, this time for the maid. No answer. Reluctantly I stretched out my hand, trying to find it. My hand hit the cold and wet stone and my eyes opened wide. That was not my bedroom. Reality struck me as I took a look around, breathing faster and faster. I was in a tomb, a white marble tomb.
My breath stopped as I gazed around me and small parts of my memory started to fill my head: the priest, the scared faces of the people, the howl of the dogs, the herbs, and the cemetery. They all went through my head like an arrow. And then I remembered, I was already dead, a creature of the night that could not be defeated so it had to be imprisoned, sent to sleep and buried along with its family. Hot tears filled my eyes as I struggled to stand up. Everything I knew was probably gone by now. I was all alone in this dreadful world, with no clue where I was or what I was going to do. I pushed the stone blocking my exit quite easy and slipped out of the tomb, hiding in the shadows, heading for a safe place. The only safe place I knew: home.
