About this story
Opening her coffin, you find a wedding ring locked onto her hand, and an accident tears the hand free as something stirs in the vault's dark. You leave with hand and ring as evidence — and meet a rider from the Hall: Sir Piers has taken a turn, asking for the sexton.
How it opens
Your grandfather called you to Rookwood church at midnight and opened a vault beneath the chancel.
Keep the lantern low, Luke; old stone reveals its traps after a living foot commits weight.
Follow me past the coffins toward that armoured monument, and mind the axe above it.
Men say that warrior moves, though the dead require no legend to make this place dangerous.
He stopped beside one coffin and named its occupant as Susan Bradley, the mother you barely remembered.
I brought you here because the truth of her life remains buried with her body.