Everybody dies, don't they?

Everybody come back.

Isn't that so?

You tried to get into the locked drawer today, didn't you?

How do the dead come back, mother?

What's the secrets of dead comeback?

The Secret of the Vault by J. Wesley Rosenquest.

What dread mystery lurked in that charnel chamber beneath the cellars of the old house

and what impious rights of life and death were performed there.

I think it was in January that my suspicions first took form and grew.

Prior to that, my uncle's visits to the family burial vault had only the appearance of actions

natural to grief, and, as on all occasions he carried

with him into the cold depths a candle and a missile, I presumed his intentions to be only

the most pious. In all his words to me concerning the matters of the deceased, he exhibited

a tender reverence and profound respect for those he called immortal spirits.

As he said, and it was not until the recent death and burial of his wife my aunt Helena,

that he became aware and fully conscious of another world and the need of the dead for prayer.

This, I believed, even had I suspected earlier, I could not disprove his words,

as out of a timid heart I had never ventured into the mortuary chambers deep below the cellar.

From childhood I had held in my mind an image of supreme gruesomeness, in which the antique

burial vaults in my childish imagination

yawned like some ravenous moor, into which all who vanished never returned.

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