The Crypt – or – a Tale With No Ending (Yet)

The story has moved a long ways. Helen needs someone to bring it to a conclusion. Take a read and bring it to a satisfying ending, or I’ll show up with a mariachi band, a showgirl, a bag of limes and make a musical ending.

Helen Glynn Jones

Wow! On Saturday night, as a bit of fun, I posted a story that Craig Boyack had started based on a photograph I’d taken, in the hope we might get a few other writers to contribute to the tale of the archaeologist in the crypt. And we did! So many comments, in fact, that I’ve decided to collate them here in the order they were received, so that hopefully we can finish the story and get this poor archaeologist out of the crypt, or into the monster’s lair, or Janine’s embrace, or wherever he ends up. I won’t tag the commenters – if you want to see who added what, head over to the original post and scroll through the comments. So, here we go:

For over a thousand years, the ancient evil remained walled up behind a blessed doorway at St. Mary’s Cathedral.
In the summer of 2016, an…

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