Day 837

When one of the basement walls collapsed during heavy rainfall they found the remains of an old church that had been utterly forgotten since a landslide in the area buried a good deal of the 16th century town that had been Creech Haycombe (the current town being New Haycombe).

Through the collapsed wall they found they were in the main church hall, the old roof still stable enough to have kept the interior like a time capsule, complete with mouldy Bibles and open doors leading to several mausoleums that must have belonged to the richer families around that time.

Strangely though, each and every coffin was open and empty. The lids were neatly placed to the left of every box with no trace of the former occupants. The lack of dust in humanish shape suggested they were recently moved yet they were the first people to have explored the church, at least they thought so.

Choosing to explore further and pretend the empty coffins were just body snatchers and nothing reanimated was following them, bones gently clacking against the old stone floors, they headed for the main doors. They'd hoped to see some ornate carvings or anything interesting, they weren't expecting the front doors to be wide open.

They certainly weren't expecting to find a street beyond that with sparsely lit homes and figures shuffling about in the gloom, utterly unaware of the newcomers.