Ashs voice was soft as he turned away. "Lets go."

She nods, continuing to look around.

They continued down several more aisles, stone mausoleums flanking them. Finally, they came to a small stone mausoleum with an ancient cross perched on the roof and a simple wooden door, nothing fancy or extravagant. The tiny plaque on the wall was so faded it was impossible to read. Ash stopped by it.

She follows him, stopping when he stops.

Ash walked up the crumbling granite steps and put a hand against the wood. He was running his fingers down the faded surface as if he could sense what was on the other side. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced back at Claire. "Claire, get up here, now."

She walks up the steps to him, "What's up?"

"Once I open the door, the Grim will know were here. Its duty is to guard the cemetery, and the remains of those in it, so its not going to be happy about us disturbing the dead. You dont want to be out here alone when it comes, trust me."

She nods, looking over her shoulder, eyes darting around before she looks back at Ash. "Scary stuff..."

He turned back to the door, murmured a quiet word, and pushed it open.

A blast of hot air wafted out of the open crypt, along with the musty scent of dust and mold and decay.

Her nose wrinkled at the smell, a disgusted look resting on her face.