Squire Red

The crypt walls seemed to ooze with a thick dark red liquid, it seemed to glow in the dim light seeping in through the half open door at the summit of the aging staircase. The liquid is cold to the touch. The dripping of water in the distance echoed in the empty halls, the ruined walls of stone crumbled and cracked as I brush past them maintaining my focus on the pot holes that riddle the floor. My footsteps as light as a feather I move further into the dim lit crypt. Strong stone supports are placed in rows separating the corridor in two halves, I hug the left wall still maintaining focus on the uneven floor beneath my feet, careful not to trip.

Another sound echo's in the seemingly infinite corridor, a rat squeals as I step on its tail revealing a whole nest of the small fury creatures, they dart across the floor like a sea of vermin before disappearing into the large cracks that cover the walls. The dim light from the open door becomes ever dimmer as I move further and further away until I can no longer see my own hand in front of my face, there is not enough light to reveal the path ahead so I place my hand into the dark and grip the wall, placing one foot in front of the other hesitantly I edge forward step by step taking great caution with every step.

I feel my way over to a rusty door and with all of my strength begin ripping it from its badly damaged hinges. Immediately light fills the room knocking me back and blinding me temporarily, as I find my footing again I adjust to the light and view beyond the door, the room matches the same architecture as the corridor, there are strong supports, moss covers the cracked walls, the room is large and circular and at the center is an elevated platform with a large coffin placed upon it, the coffin is constructed from a strong wood, the iron hinges appear to be rusting and various cast iron handles are placed on the sides and top. I approach the coffin with caution, craning my neck I assess the area before venturing further towards the object. I muster the courage to open the coffin, it opens with a loud and sharp screech. I grit my teeth and continue opening the lid, a complete skeleton sits inside with its arms crossed, my skeleton.