Bakura was feeling a much worse sense of fear than he could have ever even begun to imagine. What had he gotten himself into? He heard the clanking of heavy chains in a corner. 'Great,' He thought, 'more to worry about.' The sound grew louder and he continued running in the direction he was going, but tripped on a skull and fell flat on his face. He tried to stand back up, but only succeeded in falling back to his knees, feeling a sharp, continuing pain in his ankle. "Owwwwww." He said as he started crawling across the floor, avoiding his injured ankle as best as he could. He was grabbed by strong hands, dragging him down. He could barely see the man through the little bit of daylight filtering through the windows. It would have been a person, except for the fact his flesh was almost completely rotted away and his eyes were merely sockets. Bakura's eyes shimmered with fear as the zombie dragged him across the floor and slamming him against a walk, causing a trickle of blood to gush down the back of his head. Bakura tried to free himself, gasping for air due to the fact it had him by the neck and was choking him. His mind raced, but he was barely awake, much less able to think of an escape route. Two things happened at once, the zombie tried to punch his face and an army of skeletons came out of nowhere, protecting him from the Zombie and dragging it off of him. "I've lost my mind............" He said. "Seeing the dead walking...............now really..............maybe it's all just a bad dream." He said as he closed his eyes, unable to fight for consciousness any more. The last thing he felt was someone lifting him off.

The German who had followed Bakura had also been the one who summoned the skeletons that saved him at the last minute. He did come from a long line of necromancers after all. He gently carried the boy up the stairs, but then remembered the stupid rusted door. How did it close in the first place? Oh, screw that thought, it wasn't significant in the least bit. What was important was getting Bakura out of this place and fast. He found a rope tied to the door, put Bakura down, and yanked the door open with the rope. He then picked him up, raced out of the crypt and slammed and locked the door. Then he began wrapping Bakura's head up with some gauze, thankful that the wind had died down quite a bit. Bakura groggily came to and looked up at his rescuer. "Owwwwwwww............hey, who are you?"

"I'm Faust the eighth. What in the heck were you doing in that place?! You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"Sorry...............I was following a strange vibe."

"Were you? Well let me tell you the next time you get a vibe, particularly from that crypt, don't go in. It's just plain common sense and besides, there are some nasty spirits in that place. In fact, it's been a real problem the last few months."

"Why?"

"Because someone put a murdered child in there. They were already unhappy, but naturally after seeing that child they flipped out. No one knows who killed him, so they take revenge on any one who is stupid enough to go in." Bakura had tears in his eyes for the lost child. Then he asked.

"How do you know this."
"The ghosts told me. As for the Zombie, he was a necromancer, the 5th Faust to be exact. For some reason, I honestly don't know why, he died, but he kind of still lived. He was particularly infuriated at the previously stated event and went on an absolute rampage."

"I see." Bakura tried to stand, forgetting his ankle and fell into Faust.

"Careful." He said. "Ummm..........Where do you live?" He asked, putting him on the ground. Bakura winced as he put a bandage, the type for sprains and what not, on his ankle.

"A few minutes from here."

"Man, I'm a baka!" He slapped his forehead. "Before we think of getting you home, you need to go to a hospital for some crutches." He wrapped his arms around his waist, letting him shift his weight onto him and helped him to a hospital.

About 8 months later, Bakura's injuries healed and he was walking around town. He passed by Tritindale and got that same vibe once again, but he just walked by, not soon forgetting his little adventure.

Author's note: So, what did you think. Good? bad? Somewhere in between? I really hope you liked it. Ja ne.