The details of the heist were expertly crafted, playing to the strengths of each member in the crew. Zeeks the historian, Bastian the cryptanalyst and Coyote a man of particular talents. The old decaying manor should have been vacant but Bastian maintained he could hear a faint gurgling under what sounded like demonic whispers.
As they descended in to the crypt, that according to historical text is a suppository of unimaginable wealth and power...The gurgling whispers grew and now every member of the crew could hear them; but before fear could fully take hold, standing before them was the vault. They embrace excitedly, knowing that their dreams were to be realized.
"Wait!It's ajar!" Zeeks said in a wide eyed and panic.
"Screw this! Help pull it open!" Coyote shouted.
The open door revealed a girl shackled to a stone alter. Zeeks and Coyote scrambled to unchain her. Bastian remained unmoved,frozen in place.
"That is no girl,don't... "
Before Bastian could finish his sentence, shackles hit the floor. They immediately realized their mistake... The little girls flesh melted from her bones,a malevolence poured from her.
"There will be no riches here for you."
About the Creator
Jeh Wells
Hey loves, I am Jeh a vivacious and multi-talented Jamaican Yankee. Passionate about all things creative,who lovingly basks in Mother natures ethereal beauty and I look forward to sharing with you all.
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Comments (2)
This was such a teaser! ! We need MORE!!! Hats off to the author!
This was definitely an intriguing piece. I would love to see how the story unfolds. Kudos to the writer