Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150313021631/@comment-5583506-20150318012147

Sibern entered through a rusted old iron gate. It was so old, it was a bloody miracle that its hinges still could bear it. He trudged through the muddy, somber landscape, passing by graves of all kinds. Recently dug ones, some older ones still getting attention with flowers, and some really old ones that were so well hidden that they might just as well have been a part of the nature itself.

He headed towards the mausoleums. He thought that if anyone could be able to hide at a cemetery by night, it would be in one of them. He jerked the handle of the engraved iron door to one of them. It was locked up tight. It was pretty clear that the dead weren't back to life, after all. The door was all covered in ivy and showed little proof of recent usage.

He looked around intensively. It was strange... Whether or not someone was lurking around here by night or otherwise, he could definitely feel it... He was being observed. He turned around discreetly, trying to hide the facts that he knew someone was watching him. Perhaps his spectator would make a mistake and reveal his hiding spot?

Sibern sat down on a collapsed gravestone and waited. Observing the enviroment around him for further clues. Perhaps this was just another dead end after all? Even if it had been mentioned in the girl's diary, it could have just been her mind playing tricks on her. It was a cemetery, after all. Getting scared by old stones with buried bodies beneath them at night was to be expected...

As he got up, he noticed that he stepped into something and disappeared with half of his leg into the ground. He gave off a grunt of pain before heaving himself up and brushed the grave dirt of his pants. He looked at the strange hole he had put his foot in. It was directly located by the side of the tombstone he had been sitting on. Strange marks surrounded it...