Feeling around the perimeter of where his finger had disappeared into the wall, Harry outlined a small rectangular frame and stepped through, seemingly vanishing into the wall.
“After you,” said Rose, gesturing to Terry.
“Of course,” he said, jumping through. He definitely knows we’re keeping an eye on him if that tone is any indicator. Oh well, he’s not doing anything about it. Might as well roll with it.
She took a deep breath as she looked at the section of wall. Here goes nothing. She stepped towards it, closing her eyes as she passed through it. On the other side, the first thing she noticed was the light.
Instead of the white light of the penlight, an eerie blue light lit up the whole area. It was somehow dimmer than the penlight and yet brighter. Probably because of the color. This is uncomfortably close to the shade they use at the agency. She took a quick look around. Rose was in what appeared to be an ancient looking corridor. It was constructed from rough stone, the same material, she realized, as the wall they'd just walked through.
“What on Earth is this place?” asked Rose.
“Definitely a tomb,” said Harry, pointing towards a sign. Terry was also looking at it, having switched the penlight off. The sign was a large piece of metal nailed to the rock with heavy duty rivets of a kind Rose had never seen before. Inscribed on the black metal was an inscription in white, looking unusually fresh, it seemed as if it had been written only hours before.
“Here lies, the most esteemed members of the Order that stood for the forces of light. They laid down their lives to seal the doorway to the land of the eternally bound. May they forever rest in peace.”
“That’s a lot,” said Rose.
“Yeah, this mystery just seems to get deeper if that’s even possible at this point,” said Harry, “there’s another order situation, heck it might even be that same order, didn’t Johnson say there’s no one alive in that order anymore? And some crazy land as well. I really don’t know.”
“What we do know,” began, Terry, turning to the two of them, “is that there are ghosts in here that will tell us what we need to get from here so I think we can try and ignore the other mysteries for the moment. Maybe you two could come back and solve them all if it suits your fancy.”
“Somebody’s interested in evaluating their surroundings,” said Harry, with thinly veiled sarcasm lacing his voice.
“I’m just saying that not all mysteries need to be solved to perfection right at this moment,” said Terry.
“Of course you were,” said Harry.
“How about we just find these ghosts?” said Rose.
“Yes, Danvers, where exactly are these ghosts?" said Terry.
"Right over there," said Harry pointing in the direction the corridor was headed. It was seemed to lead into an endless void, the lights in that direction definitely were not turned on. "In that general direction anyway. I don't think we have to actually go there. If we call out, they should respond."
"Well then," said Terry, pointing at the darkness ahead of them.
"Fine, step back in case they decide to appear with some less than friendly intentions," said Harry, walking a few steps forwards.
"I thought you said they couldn't throw anything at us," said Terry, frowning.
"Doesn't mean they can't attack us," he said, and started chanting before Terry could ask him to elaborate.
"Is he always like that? asked Terry, turning to Rose.
"You haven't seen the best of it yet," said Rose, smirking.
A loud bang interrupted them.
"Gotcha," said Harry, as an unnatural chill overtook the place for the second time in five minutes. Rose shivered. What is it with Necromancy and chilly breezes? I hate ghosts. Hopefully these ones are helpful. Rose looked towards where Harry stood. Surrounding him stood three shadowy figures, humanoid constructs made of darkness.
"Who summons me?" came a voice. It was an eerie echo, sounding like a long forgotten memory, a voice of the past, Rose realized.