Graveyard Robbers
The cold night air was not enough to keep two unfortunate robbers from following greed. The voices of two wandering grave robbers were suspended in the night air. The two hoped to find some buried bodies richly adorned with jewels and other precious items. Their shadows cast their bodies' shapes along with the gear they carried at their sides. They found themselves among the headstones of a deserted graveyard. The stones cast their own eerie shadows. Many of the tombs were above ground tombs, "How could this place be unfound?" one man muttered to himself in disbelief. Some of the gates were loosely hanging from hinges, looking as if they would fall to the ground at any moment.
The two men continued on lugging their bags of graverobbing tools. Sounds of feet squishing along, as if in the wet mud, were heard by only one of the men. "Hear that?" "What?" "Never mind... must have imagined it." Both men were oblivious to the fact that something was watching them. They stood side by side, wondering where to start first. As if something called to them, they looked to see a tomb on the remote edge of the graveyard. Both men were drawn to it. Its ornate carvings and expensive design led them to believe that what they searched for might be within its gates.With crowbars and bolt cutters they set to work on the gate. Before long they were at a heavy granite door. Cobwebs indicated no one had entered this place for a long time. They brushed them off their faces and necks. The name on the tomb was now readable. It said "Tatestine--Abigail ..."
With all their might, both men gave the doors a big shove, It opened with little resistence. From within the darkness of the tomb, a putrid odor assaulted them, so foul it made them turn and vomit right from where they stood. "Jesus Christ!!" One muttered, wiping his face. "Never in my life have I ever smelled that, even in all the graves I've ever broke into." Both men lit the candles they took from their bags at their hips. They looked in not knowing whether to continue or give up their evil plan.
The candle light fell on stairs which led into a darkened area not illuminated by the weak candlelight, "Stairs, eek!. Looks like the den of hell.." One of the men giggled they added two new lighted candles at the top of the stairs and left additional candles every 3 or 4 steps as they proceeded down into the unknown.
Part 2
When they were about half way down the stairs the granite door above them began to close ever so slowly. They heard nothing. The air was dead but the cracks in the old walls of the tomb provided breathing air. The putrid smell was not so strong as it had been when the tomb was first opened. At the last step of the tomb they stopped, The darkness of the room necessitated more candle light. Lighting two more candles they looked around. The room was elaboratedly decorated, In the middle of the room was a large stone sarcophagus.
Oh, what treasures might lie inside this ornate and beautiful vessel. Wiping the cobwebs away, the thief exposed the inscription "My beloved Abigail", or the first time they noticed that two separate rooms opened just beyond their poor light. Would something of value be just beyond? Their curiosity led them to walk toward this new discovery. "I'm not going alone, you come with me, man" said the first looter. "How about the right one first?". Both men proceeded slowly with candles in hand. Their faint light exposed two coffins lying on the stone floor, The lids were open! Both men were puzzled... Had someone been there before them and carried off all the booty? And to one wall lay hundreds of bones, all in big piles. "This is weird. man! Lets get out here!" No argument there! They quickly made their way back to the main room.
Part 3
Their curiosity sparked their need to explore the next room. Right away they sensed the difference in this room. It was warm, no stench of death. When the candles lit the room, their eyes about fell from their sockets. The room was covered with gold, emeralds, diamonds, and other precious gems. Statues, paintings, and elegant chairs of the Victorian era lay before them. And at the same time both men exclaimed. "What a score!"
They began to sort through their tools, readying themselves for the thrilling task ahead. They began taking anything their greedy hands could pull from its mountings. Both grabbed on to anything there the could get their greedy hands onto. Large leather carrying bags were heaping with loot.
A sound, a grinding, sliding sound of stone against stone came from the main room, The thieves stopped their work and even stopped breathing at the reverberation. The candlelight flicked and danced.
"MEN!!!!!" said a pleasant voice. A young woman stood directly behind them. Both men were frozen in fear. Slowly both turned around and stepped back. There eyes were locked on a very beautiful woman. She had long red hair, creamy white skin. The most alluring emerald eyes were fixed on the robbers, and theirs on her. Her lips were as red as blood. She wore a gown of silk with gold and rubies hanging from it. And in the open light of the tomb she wore nothing underneath.
Both men could only stare, in disbelief. They couldn't say a word. She reached out her hands and grasped a hand each robber had extended. She led them toward two statues of Goddesses. Two other beautiful women stepped into the dim candle light from behind the statues.
These women were as breath-taking as the first, identical in every way except hair color and ornamentation on their robes. Under their filmy gown they were naked as well. The men at that time were probably in the most erotic and frightening situation they had ever been in their life.
The first woman watched while the second women began to shred their thieves' clothing with there fingernails, long as knifes, leaving them standing naked like fools.
The women dropped their robes and pushed the men to the cold hard floor. The most ungodly appearances took shape from the whores before them. Sabre-like teeth erupted from their faces, And with speed unlike any other creature, they dug and ripped at the men's flesh, like animals.
Blood covered them head to toe. In minutes the two men had been changed, The skin shrunk, like their bodies had disappeared. The women moved and regained their footing. Before their eyes they saw no human forms, just bones - no skin and very little blood. The remains took a form that appeared when bodies spend hundreds of years decomposing.
Part 4
The three women returned to the main room of the tomb. The candles flickered out as they left that golden room. Abigail, took her place inside her granite coffin, kissing her maiden's faces as she slipped into her tomb.
Few words were exchanged.."RETURN TO SLEEP, OUR TREASURE IS SAFE, OUR HUNGER IS FED, OUR ENERGY IS REGAINED. A distaste to filth whom come to raid us, NEVER!!!"
The the sarcophagus lid slowly slid shut. Now the odor of death was prominent and pungent again. The two other women grabbed the bones of the two men and dragged them to their chamber, stepping over the piles of crap, tools, belts, and shovels that had been left by the previous poor souls. Why had the robbers not seen these before they attempted what others had previously failed at? The bones were added to the growing heap against the wall. The women smiled to each other and returned to their coffins.
If you ever hear the sound of feet squishing along in the wet mud at night in a deserted cemetary - be careful for the maidens of Tatestine!
Written By: Dunya & copyright October, 1999