The last thing Laura had expected to see in the crypt was a body. In this area, mausoleums were a sign of wealth, not a place to stick your ancestors. You’d be more likely to find a body in the walls of the castle than in a crypt.
And this body was… fresh. Laura could barely keep her flashlight trained on the young woman. Had she walked into a murder scene? Was this some kind of twisted re-enactment? Her clothes were period perfect to the crypts creation, which was somehow even creepier than if Laura had found a mangled corpse. Laura was debating taking her phone out for pictures or fleeing and then-
And then it sat up.