Allyn spotted the envelope on the desk; he opened it,unfolded the letter within, and pocketed the envelope and cash.

[i]Though the job offered to you may seem like nothing more than an opportunity to make a quick buck, the responsibility is far greater than you can imagine.[/i]

He rolled his eyes.

[i]Below, I have left a list of rules; each is to be followed with extreme care and attention. 

There are few burial sites in the world as special as this one.[/i]

[color=d1653a]"Laying it on kind of thick, my guy..."[/color] Allyn muttered to himself.

[i]The most important thing to remember is this: No one good has ever been buried here.[/i]

[color=d1653a]"...what the fuck?"[/color]

[i]Rule #1- The Gate

This cemetery has 1 gate, the only way in or out. This gate must be shut by 8 PM, and kept shut until sunrise. Feel free to shut it sooner.

No admittance by anyone, including law enforcement or emergency services, is to be permitted, during this time.[/i]

[color=d1653a][i]Oh, that's sketchy as hell.[/i][/color]

[i]You, as the temporary keeper if this cemetery, are not allowed to leave these grounds, until the sun has risen.

The largest key, amongst the set you have been given, is for this gate.[/i]

He had forgotten about the keys--sure enough, they were under the mat, where Marcus had told him they would be. He noted the big gate key, then stuffed the whole ring in his pocket.

[i]#2- The Suit

Another key on your chain unlocks the wooden closet next to you. Inside are numerous items, 1 such being a suit, much like mine, and a pair of shoes to accompany them!

You must change out of your clothes, and wear this suit for the remainder of your shift. I have guessed your measurements as closely as I could, it may not be a perfect fit, but, it will serve.[/i]

They must think you’re me. 

[i]You may keep the suit, once your shift is over.[/i]

Allyn glanced up at the closet, his expression skeptical. [color=d1653a][i]This had better not be a sex thing.[/i][/color] He pulled the keyring out and started trying the keys, one by one, on the closet.

After a few minutes fumbling, he stripped out of his own clothes and into the suit--making sure to transfer all of his important items (wallet, keys, knife) to its pockets. It was a tolerable fit, which was both appreciated and worrying. 

That done, he read through the rest of the letter. As it went on, the instructions made less and less sense. The next rule told him to make salt circles around certain graves--his eyes went to the Morton's container in the closet, and he grabbed that as well. Something about the grave bells, another bit about what to do if the gargoyles moved? And finally, something about an unmarked grave for a man named "Henry".

[color=d1653a]"This is so fucking weird,"[/color] he muttered as he folded the letter into his suit jacket's inside pocket. Forget this being a front for anything--this old man must just be cracked. Still, he was good for the money, and this might make for a mildly interesting story anyway. [color=d1653a]"'Small town leaves mentally ill man in charge of cemetery'... Eh, maybe."[/color] 

Allyn spun the keyring around his finger as he exited the little booth. Best to get started--he headed over to the front gate, closed it, and locked it with the big key. That done, he pocketed the keys and began walking a circuit around the graveyard, looking for the white roses that apparently indicated which graves needed a salt circle.