The Graveyard Shift / Il Turno di Notte for
#spookysaturday episode 8
Night guard at a rural cemetery wasn't exactly the job you were looking for, but these past six months have actually been great. Nice and quiet, nobody to bother you, decent pay!
Tonight's the same routine as ever: check all the gates are locked, quick sweep along the outer walls, note any signs of damage, walk your regular routes and watch out for anybody who shouldn't be there. Same old same old, but you don't mind, you like the familiarity.
Oh, someone’s left the lights on in the crypts again. Better turn them off. As you get closer, you hear sounds - muffled voices and footsteps. Great. They’d warned you about teenagers sneaking in for a dare. Heading down the stairs, you call out "Okay, fun's over. Time to go home".
No answer. You walk down one of the corridors. You can hear footsteps and voices ahead of you, so you speed up and turn the corner quickly. Nothing. Damn, these guys are fast.
"You're not in trouble. You just can't be in here now".
More mumbling and shuffling. You turn corner after corner for – what? – 20 minutes? Has the crypt always been this big? You decide if you leave the door open, they'll eventually go home. You try to retrace your steps, peering down corridors – you don't remember it looking like this before. Did you take a right or a left here? Don’t remember this dead end…
You realize that the voices and footsteps have stopped. There’s now complete silence. Then the lights go out. Pitch black. You start feeling your way along the walls.
The voices are back, but they’re no longer muffled.
"It's our turn to chase you."
And the footsteps are clearer too. And faster. Much faster.
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