THE BOOK OF EVIL: THE BOOK OF THE DEAD

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Chapter Twenty Eight

DAY TWENTY SIX

THE OPENED CELLS:

TOXIC FUMES

‘Right guys this is our last day on this site before we return to the church and its surroundings. Right let’s go.’

Everyone set off in their groups surrounding the perimeter of the Police Station, the spades crunched as they dirt and clay compounded ground. It piled up as they all found many bones, and half skeletons.

Everyone stopped for lunch and refreshment, then got back to the dig.

Styles and Martin slipped away from their allocated digging area into the Police Station.

‘Come on.’

‘Where we going Styles?’

‘To take a look round.’

‘We already did remember? They were all locked.’

‘They might not be now. Come on.’

‘Okay only if you’re sure Styles?’

‘I am now come on.’

Styles and Martin walked down the walk, two cell doors opened simultaneously.

They smiled.

‘Come on Mart we’ll go in to cell seven then nine. See what’s hiding in there.’

‘You sure?’

‘Yeah, now come on.’

They walked cautiously over to cell seven.

‘Come on.’

They stepped into the cell, it was empty.

‘Come on let’s see what’s under the floor.’

‘You sure Styles?’

‘Yeah.’

They both knelt down, moving the dust from the floor, coughing as they dug deeper with their shovels.

A casket lay in the cells floor.

‘Help me open it will you?’

Styles and Martin peered over opening the clasps of the casket, pushing its lid back, an armoured skeleton lay at the bottom of the casket a foul potent stench rose out of the casket.

‘Come on let’s get it out and close it, it ronks.’

‘Shouldn’t we leave it to the experts Styles?’

‘We’ll be careful, come on Mart.’

‘Okay.’ He said unsure.

They gently lifted the skeleton out of the casket fumes followed the armoured skeleton causing them to cough vigorously. They placed it in the corner of the cell closing the top of the casket covering the hole back with the dirt and clay compound.

‘Come on we’ll go in to the next cell.’

‘You sure Styles?’

‘Yeah come on this place is killing me!’

They walked out of cell seven turning into cell nine.

‘You sure about this Styles? There’s something coming out of the other cell?’ Martin said still coughing.

‘Yeah let’s take a look and get out of here.’ Styles said coughing.

They walked into cell nine as a potent smell rose.

‘Ewe smells like your mom’s perfume!’

‘It smells worse like dead rotting guts.’

‘Come on let’s take a look and get out of here.’

‘I’m with you on that.’

They both knelt down, moving the dust from the floor, coughing as they dug deeper with their shovels.

A casket lay in the cells floor.

‘Help me open it will you?’

Styles and Martine peered over opening the clasps of the casket, pushing its lid back, an armoured skeleton lay at the bottom of the casket a foul potent stench rose out of the casket.

‘Come on let’s get it out and close it, this one ronks worse than the last.’

‘Okay.’ He said unsure.

They gently lifted the skeleton out of the casket fumes followed the armoured skeleton causing them to cough vigorously. They placed it in the corner of the cell closing the top of the casket covering the hole back with the dirt and clay compound.

‘Come on let’s get out of here. We’ll get the skeletons they will be pleased.’

‘Sure.’

Styles picked up the first skeleton and he and Martin walked out of cell nine. Martin picked up the first skeleton that they had discovered from in cell seven. They walked down the walk each cell door closing their eyes becoming blurry.

They stepped outside.

‘There you two are we were beginning to worry.’

‘We’re fine sir.’

‘So what have you two lads found?’

‘We found these two skeletons in cells seven and nine.’

‘Place them down over there.’

‘Okay.’

‘Good work boys.’

Styles and Martin placed the armoured skeletons down on the ground outside the Police Station.

Their eyes had a painful sensation go across them worse than a painful migraine to the eyes. It went across the pupil straight into the retina.

‘Owe!’ They both screamed out.

‘What’s wrong boys?’

‘My eyes. I can’t see.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah. It’s gone all black.’

‘What about you Styles?’

‘The same Sir all I can see is black. I can’t see you or anyone else.’

Mr. Norman and Adam approached the boys. Adam shone an eye torch into each eye asking. ‘Can you see anything?’

‘No.’ They both replied.

‘Shit. Looks like there must’ve been something in the cell with the skeletons some kind of gas. We best get them back to camp. They may be temporarily blinded. I’ll put an eye compress on both eye see if that help.’

‘I’ll call the hospital.’

‘Come on let’s get back.’

They took Styles and Martin by the arm leading them back to the campsite.

Mr. Norman called the hospital with bad news to follow. ‘Great they can’t get here till morning.’

‘I just hope the compresses will work till they arrive.’

‘Now listen up Styles and Martin the Para’s will be here first thing tomorrow morning, so I’ll be waiting.’

Mr. Norman and Adam helped Styles and Martin back into Styles’s tent.

‘I’ll be in my tent if either of you need me okay.’

‘Thanks Sir.’

‘No problem, just rest okay and we’ll get this sorted. I promise.’

Norman zipped down.

‘Are they going to be alright sir?’

‘I hope so, we’ll know more tomorrow.’

He looked over the remaining year elevens. ‘Right its lights out.’

They groaned walking heads down to their tents, zipping down.

‘Seems so unfair those two getting temporarily blinded.’

‘Yeah.’

‘They were a pair of jokers.’

‘Yeah Styles always knew just how to get up Norman’s nose.’

‘Yeah. They won’t be too pleased that they’ve got to miss out on the dig.’

‘I know.’

Joe placed his lips on Caitlin’s kissing her hungrily lowering her to the ground sheet.

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