Allyn poked his head out of the caretaker's cabin, listening to make sure he'd heard right. Sure enough, that was a bell. He reached in a pocket and dug out the now-crumpled letter.

[i]Above a few of the graves, you may notice bells hung up, and a string that goes underground. These are remnants of an old practice from hundreds of years ago, invented as a safety measure for those who had been buried alive! The body would move, the string would be pulled, and a watchman, such as yourself, would know to dig them back up!

These bells now serve a different purpose.

If you hear a bell, encircle the headstone of said grave with salt, and then keep away from this grave, too.[/i]

Well, he hadn't expected that to actually happen. Had Marcus rigged the bells to go off somehow? What was the "purpose" they were supposed to serve? If they were some kind of security system, Allyn sure wished that the old man had been less cagey about it.

Really, though, there was nothing for it. He wasn't going to just let the thing ring. Allyn set off down the row of graves, headed towards the sound.

[color=d1653a]"If he uses this much salt every night, he really ought to start keeping a bucket around,"[/color] he muttered as he walked towards the source of the sound. [color=d1653a]"Maybe get a driveway salt spreader, or one of those things they use to draw baseball lines."[/color]

It didn't take him too long to find the grave; sure enough, the little bell mounted next to it was ringing, the string pulled by some underground force. He stared at it, watching it move. This was some haunted house shit. Allyn did not care for haunted houses, and he was not going to be happy if Marcus had invited him here just to mess with him.

Once again, he made a thick circle of salt around the headstone. That done, he turned his attention back to the bell. He gave it a look-over, not sure what he expected to find, then pulled on the string, testing its weight.