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Part 4: The Forgotten Graveyard

Part 4: The Keeper of the Cemetery

As Eka ran, gasping for breath, he stumbled upon a crypt, its iron door rusted and hanging ajar. Without thinking, he rushed inside, slamming the door behind him. The heavy clang echoed through the dark chamber, and for a brief moment, he felt safe.

His heart pounded in his chest, and his hands trembled as he slid down to the cold stone floor. His phone’s dim light illuminated the room, revealing walls covered in ancient carvings, and in the center, a stone sarcophagus.

Eka’s breath caught in his throat. This place… it felt wrong. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the carvings on the walls depicted strange, nightmarish scenes—figures being dragged into the ground by skeletal hands, eyes wide with terror.

He swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart. But then he noticed something strange. The air had grown unnaturally cold, and the shadows in the crypt seemed to move on their own. He heard a soft, rhythmic tapping—a sound that didn’t belong.

Tap… tap… tap.

It came from the sarcophagus.

Eka’s blood froze. He edged toward the stone coffin, his hand shaking as he raised the phone to shine its light on the lid. Dust and cobwebs clung to it, but beneath, the stone was carved with intricate symbols he didn’t recognize.

The tapping continued, louder now, more insistent. And then, with a low creak, the lid began to slide open.

“No…” Eka whispered, backing away, his mind screaming at him to run.

But before he could move, a figure emerged from the sarcophagus. A man, or what had once been a man, dressed in the rotted robes of a priest. His skin was a sickly gray, pulled tight over his bones, and his eyes glowed with an unnatural light.

“The keeper of the dead,” Eka breathed, recognizing the figure from the old stories.

The priest’s gaze locked onto Eka, and a slow, twisted smile spread across his decayed lips. “You should not have come here,” the priest rasped, his voice dry as dust. “The dead do not take kindly to intruders.”

Eka backed away, his pulse racing, but the priest raised a bony hand. The crypt door slammed shut with a deafening bang, trapping him inside.

Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.