Lyle made his way deeper into the cemetery, moving silently among the tombstones. The mist seemed to thicken as he approached the center, where an ancient mausoleum stood. It was an imposing structure, its stone walls covered in moss and ivy. Lyle could sense the dark energy emanating from within. He pushed open the heavy iron door, the sound echoing in the silence.
Inside, the air was cold and damp. The mausoleum was filled with ancient relics and symbols of death. Usually, this wouldn't be that out of place, after all, the people of the town all had their own ways of mourning, and placing relics and drawing symbols that people believed would bring luck to the departed was something others did, but this was different.
