There was a chill in the air, a steely eeriness half exposed by the flame on the torch. Each nerve ending in my body standing ready as an ethereal frost escaped my lips. I felt as though a scream would soon erupt from the depths of my being.
The flame flickered wildly as cold gusts of wind licked the back of my neck. I felt a presence.
“Who disturbs my domain?” The screech of the crypt keeper assaulted me unexpectedly. I lost control of my senses, my bladder too.
Thank goodness it was dark and I was wearing black pants.