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Sean studied the chapel Once upon a time, it had been consecrated as St Bartholo and the area; St Bartholomeas closer to don LA now and the chapel here was nondeno rent-free, as a place for services to be held or for mourners to say their prayers

Sean had been inside once, years before, accoer than the typical funeral chapel, but then it had begun life as a real church The ed at the back, where the one-ti There were ned over the old congregation had originally been buried beneath the altar but his reation

When he entered by the ht it had been and still was a beautiful place, with just the right poignancy in the decor The peere hardith dark cri in prayer, and the walls were divided into eight panels, which held Tiffany s of clear glass with ies etched into them--doves, la across at each other, a pair of angels

Sean walked down the aisle to the altar He paused for a et a feel for the size and scope of the chapel, and its relationship to the studio and the Black Box Cinema It was possible that tunnels stretched fro to be seen in the empty church so he went around to the left-side aisle and through a door He noted that in the rear of the church--where one ation--was a door

The staging area for the chapel was in darkness There weren’t huge cut-glass s here to let in the sunlight Tall lalow, one on his side and one on the other side The rear of the chapel was apparently used by the cemetery ainst the back wall, a pile of sod waiting to be laid, and shelves holding vases There were cones that advised Construction Area on the far side of the rooht be, but nothing gave him a real indication The place was old and well- and little, had shaken the area over the years, and old foundations always needed to be shored up

He looked around, waiting for his eyes to get accustoht

Once they did, he saw a shelf near the pile of sod, and a nuh them Several advertised restrooms in one way or another Ladies, Gentleht side, one with a large W and the other a large M He opened both doors to assure himself that the rooms were indeed for the purpose advertised

Back at the shelf, he dug deeper At last he found one that read Crypt

He took a second to look around again; he saw no stairs, and nothing that indicated a crypt

Frustrated, he returned to the roo, except that when he stood outside, he realized that the depth of the rooms didn’t match up with the distance between them

"This place is full of false walls," he muttered aloud He studied the wall, tapped on it and shook his head The crypt stairs had been covered over long ago

He went into the wo table with a mirror behind it He shoved aside the table and the er! No Entry

Sean slid the door open

A set of dark stairs led doard, into the darkness of the crypt

Madison stood and s, and walked slowly toward hireeted hi, sir"

Claymore didn’t run He watched her sadly as she approached, then he looked over her shoulder at Logan Raintree "You work at my studio," he said to Madison "What used to beterrible has happened," Clayan nodded

For a moment, Claymore became sheer, and almost disappeared in the breeze thatto discover the truth, Mr Clayive you" Clayo There are lights, there are noises, but…"

"Mr Claymore, hundreds of bodies are buried in the catacoan said

"Yes, of course"

"Of course?"

"That was long ago, so long ago," Clay The property was reallyhere, you know" He sighed "And then the Depression came Followed by the war Most of the burials are very old Back in the thirties, when there was no social security…no assistance for the poor My father was a good , he helped the dead He wasn’t alone in what he did"

"Who helped him?" Madison asked Claymore

"Why, the Reverend Parker He was over at St Bartholoan turned to Madison "There’s where the tunnels begin," he said "The church"