Stanley Sims stood leaning against the stone wall of the crypt while his flashlight’s beam danced across the graveyard.
In all his years working as caretaker, this was the first time he’d been told to guard anything, much less an old tomb. The last thing he cared about was a hundred year old building no one came to see. “Missing a good game, I bet. Just my luck.” His voice was low as he shook his head.
A sudden creak caught his attention.
“Damn kids. Who’s there?”
The words barely escaped before a bandaged and boney hand grabbed his shoulder.