# Caretaker's log — Hollowmere Cemetery
# (recovered, water-damaged)

Cold mist crept between the leaning headstones.
Ravens gathered where the mourners once stood.
Yellowed photographs curled on the open grave.
Pale lanterns guttered along the iron fence.
Thunder rolled far beyond the chapel spire.
Keys to the mausoleum had long since rusted.
Every door inside it had been bolted twice.
Echoes of a hymn drifted from somewhere below.
Patiently, the caretaker waited for midnight.
Eventually the thirteenth bell began to toll.
Rising slowly, a figure answered its call.