I hit a major brick wall on my other Bones story but this is one I have been working on for a while and have decided to start posting. The updates will come ever week, so I hope you enjoy the story.
In the absolute stillness of night which is only truly afforded after midnight, especially within a cemetery, one, solitary human being was out and about. The individual was dressed head to toe in black with not one piece of skin showing using a ski mask to cover their face and leather gloves on their hands. They gingerly made their way through the cemetery, knowing that even a small noise could carry in the dead silence of the night.
Tonight was the night chosen many months ago when the plan was put into motion, there was a full moon which allowed enough light to fall upon the area so that a flashlight was not required but it did mean that if anyone happened to be in the vicinity they would see the figure meandering seemingly without a purpose through the cemetery. The one thing the individual had not taken into account during their planning was the light mist which had begun to descend an hour ago, however the image and ambience this created just caused them to smile with the inherent spookiness of being in a cemetery, alone, on a dark, mist ridden night. Can someone say horror movie? The solitary figure thought to themselves as they weaved through the intermittent headstones.
A light breeze rustled the leaves on the nearby trees, and an owl hooted somewhere off in the distance, causing the form to jump in surprise and shock hitting their wrist on a headstone in the process. Rotating the wrist to check the range of motion and ensuring that there was no injury which would deter the plan the being had taken pains to perfect. With a smile at the lack of pain the individual chuckled under their breath at their own jumpiness, maybe I am not as immune to the horror movies as I thought, they contemplated before moving on as silently as before the owl interrupted.
The shadow glanced around to make sure they were still alone before reaching out a gloved hand and pushing open the heavy wooden door in front of them. As the door swung inwards it creaked loudly in the silent night causing the individual to wince at the sound, swinging their gaze to the surrounding area they unnecessarily checked that they were still alone and that the noise hadn't attracted the attention of anyone who may be wandering through the vicinity.
Who in their right mind would be creeping in a cemetery in the dead of night? The silhouette thought somewhat ironically, after all that was exactly what they were doing. The smile returned at the turn of their thoughts the person moved quietly into the building the door opened into, pushing the door slowly as far back as it would go the individual reached out with their left foot and manoeuvred a stone they had carefully positioned earlier in the week.
Once positive that the stone was in position and the door wouldn't swing shut of its own accord the individual reached into the pocket of their dark jacket and pulled out a small torch. Flicking it on the person aimed the beam into the building revealing the structure piece by piece, even though they already knew the layout off by heart. Scanning the small room the individual took note of the niches in the wall, each containing an urn of some description. In the centre of the construction was a stone table, table used in the loosest sense of the word because it was in actual fact simply a stone block which was used to place either the remains of a recently cremated person before internment in a niche alongside their long dead ancestors, or the coffin of one being buried.
Nodding at the apparent disuse of the crypt, and the fact that nothing had changed in the time the shadow had been watching and studying the cemetery and this crypt in particular. The smile on the individual's face grew exponentially to the point where it should have hurt the facial muscles, keeping the smile fixed in place the entity turned and walked out of the crypt switching off the torch as they did so.
No need to add to the risk of anyone seeing me. They thought to themselves as they headed towards the entrance to the cemetery less than 300 yards from the chosen crypt. Just before the entrance the shadow veered off to the right and into the woods which obscured part of the cemetery from the view of the road running alongside it. It was in here that they had left a sports bag, earlier in the week which without looking in it appeared to be innocuous. Reaching the well hidden bush, the shadow reached behind it and grabbed hold of the handle and with a small tug the bag lifted easily from its hiding place, turning the shadow walked quickly back to the crypt glancing around every once in a while.
Upon reaching the crypt the shadow reached back into their jacket pocket and grabbed the flashlight switching it on and placing in their mouth to illuminate the stone table. Placing the bag on the floor the figure bent down and unzipped it before reaching their dark, glove clad hands inside and pulling something out cradled in both hands.