Church’s Hidden Crypt [Part 04]

Darkness drenched the graveyard, the only light visible was from the time-worn tomb at the far end. It depicts an angelic figure standing, carved delicately, but slowly eroding away.

I stepped through the grounds, dodging forgotten graves. A few candles had been lit and placed in memory, others had died out in the duration of the night. Dying flowers bloomed in this graveyard; the majority of graves had a bouquet placed on top. Others had drenched letters from the rain. A thick mist carried itself through the graveyard, giving it a mysterious and eerie vibe.

I’ve come to find the necklace of an old, deceased woman. It is said that she was my client’s grandmother, and a dear one at that. The necklace must carry emotional significance. However, when I arrived at her tombstone… the grave was usurped. An empty, dug-out hole is all that remains. A sound in the far distance could be heard. I look up and see a shadow of sorts moving into the tomb at the far end. Perhaps this is the gravedigger… no, thief?