The Pauper's Crypt (Moving In, #5)

by Ron Ripley

“You’re alive,” the living corpse said. John nodded and Brian said, “Yes.” “Strange.” The man’s mouth barely moved as he spoke. “What are your names?” “Brian Roy,” Brian said. “I’m John.”

“How long have you been here, Owen?” Brian asked. Owen smiled, a hideous expression filled with desperation. “A fair question. It deserves an equally fair answer. Yet, I do not have one to give. The truth, Brian, is I do not know how long I have been here. Perhaps you will tell me what year it is?”

With the faintest of thoughts, Josephus scattered the fog, sending tendrils of it shooting back along the ground to the marsh. He smiled as he thought of the marsh. When he had been imprisoned in the crypt, the vibrant life from the tall reeds, and still waters had fed him, sustained him as his hatred grew.