Novel & Cerita Tales From The Crypt: The Secret

“Why not just… stay here?” The windows shattered. His brother's face twisted into shadow. His laughter turned to a hiss, acidic and sharp. And the mist returned—thicker now, tinted faintly green. His skin prickled. His breath caught in his throat. Something in the vapor stung her, like invisible insects burrowing into his blood. ***Another place in the mist*** The warrior noticed they were going in circles, Theo. The same warrior who learned about ancient crypts from druids in a small village floated in an endless library. Books spiraling around him like stars. Knowledge whispered from every angle. Ancient knowledge. Forbidden spells. Lost truths. Power.

My voice carried sharper than I intended, slicing through the laughter. The room stilled. “You call them myths because someone wanted them buried. We’ve uncovered a tunnel bricked over for centuries, sigils etched into stone still visible through fire damage. We found a scorched table and ledgers that prove secret councils once met there. We exposed sabotage in bricks that should have kept families safe. The Hollow isn’t a bedtime story. It’s a pattern of secrecy that thrives whenever people refuse to look closer.”

Behind me, Damien stood silent, arms folded, gaze like steel. I didn’t look at him. Not yet. I took the empty seat once reserved for Richard Montrose and dropped a silver coin onto the glass table. The room recognized the encryption chip embedded inside and instantly scanned it, projecting a massive holographic image in the air: every file I had taken from Richard’s vault. Every threat, every bribe, every ledger of blood. “I’ve seen your secrets,” I said calmly. “I’ve read your sins.” No one spoke.

Deidre said back. Do they know each other? Shaking the question out of her mind, she signed where Deidre indicated. “Now that we got that out of the way,” Trent began. “Start with how you met your partners in crime, Ms. St John.” Vic turned on his recording device. Margo took a deep breath and began to spill all of her secrets. ****

he brought over the clipboard for me to sign. “Gladly” I smiled and scribbled my signature on the line “You boys have a good night” I said warmly watching fear creep even further onto their faces. They both took quick large steps back to the van without looking back the one answered. “Yeah, you too.” When the van pulled away, I let out a boisterous laugh. I could only imagine the conversation the two of them were having right now or better yet the complete silence that was occurring. Once the van was completely out of sight, I went up to the crypt door to the right of the door was a secrete stone to push that would allow the door to open, I pushed the stone and used magic to lift the box and

Something unusual happened when my fingertips stroked the ancient pages of the grimoire. A slight bulge was hidden on the inside of the lid. I carefully pulled it away, revealing an antique penny below. In my palm, the coin seemed weighty, like if it housed decades of secrets. The name of a location was etched on its surface: "Willowmere." To be honest, I had no idea what inscriptions were etched on this coin. Despite this, I was able to decipher the lettering as if there was some undiscovered supernatural help.

“Yes, she’s with her family. Her father’s fighting, but she and her mother went to Crescent Falls–” “What did Cole have you working on in the castle?” I rush out. “I was supposed to help you with it but never got the chance.” He pulls a small, oval object out of his jacket pocket and hands it to me. “It’s a cryptex. He said it was found with the Book of Whispers. I’m not sure how he got his hands on it. He never gave me the details, but he wanted me to open it. I think it’s from the time of the Rosetta people–”

“Do you have no fear? What is wrong with you, you don’t just go opening random doors in secret dirty tunnels.” “Aren’t you just a little bit curious what’s behind the door?” “F**k no!” “Why would Reign and Quintin have a secret tunnel?” “I don’t know why don’t we go find them and ask them?” I roll my eyes and turn the handle. It opens to a dirty dungeon, similar to the one from my dreams. I hear a chain rattle but I can’t see anything it’s so dark. “Think of the sun,” Nina tells me. “Why?”

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

’ Her voice was small, even the echo couldn’t give it any real power. ‘It sure is,’ Elmo said. ‘We’ll get it done quickly and get gone.’ They turned their attention to the crypt and tried to find anything untoward. The chilled air was stale and had the smell of a dank old cellar, adding to its inhospitality. Elmo tried to forget all the Tales from the Crypt episodes he’d watched on TV. It wasn’t working very well. They inched through the darkness, relieved when their torch beams eventually found walls. Suddenly, Patience spotted something.