Morning all. This morning I woke up and it felt like fall. I am really hoping this isn;t a tease. As soon as I post my prompts I am taking my coffee onto the back porch. I have not gotten to use the porch all summer and it will be nice to actually gt some use out of it before the heavy fall rains come in. But before coffee is the morning prompt. So set the timers for fifteen minutes and lets see what comes out of the starter sentence.
Yeah this is one I am going to be thinking about for the rest of the day. Not sure what happened in the crypt but I’m betting it is more than simple vandalism.
Tuesday, September 10th: The mausoleum was broken into.
The mausoleum was broken into. When Carson arrived he expected to see gruesome remains taken from their resting place and hoped the damage wasn’t too bad. ‘At least not worth suing over.’ He worried as he drove across town.
The Apperton Family was known for their wealth and political connections. They were not known for their tolerance or patience. That their family mausoleum had been violated meant that as sheriff he needed to personally go out and view the damage. It could not be passed off onto one of his subordinates lest it look as though he wasn’t giving the Appertons his full attention.
Carson parked and got out of his car. The mausoleum was lit up by search lights. With all the light on it the small gabled building looked as though it was a part of a stage set. ‘If only this was a movie,’ he thought as he made his way between the shadowed tombstones in the surrounding cemetery. ‘Of course, if it was there would no doubt be zombies rising from the graves or perhaps a vampire or two lingering in the other crypts.’
That part he could do without. He had seen far too much of the supernatural in his old job and moved here for a nice change of pace. As far as he knew this was well off the beaten path for the supernatural networks that seemed to cris-cross the rest of the country. He was perfectly happy staying in one of the gaps for a while.
He reached the mausoleum and saw his deputy standing guard. Chris Worth had never been out of Camden County and while he seemed content to stay here, always seemed to wish for some sort of terrorist act to occur so he could show his true mettle. As there was little any terrorist organization would be interested in here, Carson thought he was destined for disappointment. It didn’t stop Chris from responding to every call out as though war was eminent and tonight was no exception. His deputy was locked and loaded.
He stood at rigid attention and Carson could count at least three knives and knew there were at least two more he couldn’t see. He also suspected that in addition to the shotgun he held, there was his service revolver on his hip and no doubt at least one, if not two smaller backups hidden somewhere. He was peering into the darkness as though he expected armed attackers to leap out from behind the tombstones.
‘Hopefully he won’t shoot his own foot off.’
“Deputy,” he said aloud. If anything Chris came to a tighter attention. Carson could practically hear the man’s spine crack.
“I sent the patrol out to secure the perimeter, Sherrif,” Chris said.
Carson nodded. The patrol consisted of two men, Mike and Bob. He passed Bob at the cemetery entrance and assumed Bob was somewhere securing the rest of the perimeter. “Good,” he said. “Let’s see what w are dealing with.” He stepped past Chris and into the Apperton Mausoleum.
Ten til Midnight 