Chapter 6: Walking into that room was not exactly easy. Most of the ceremonial chambers I’ve visited in the past have been pure white—almost blindingly so. This one was pitch black. The only light came from a few candles which were flickering, casting crazy shadows which seemed to dance in the darkness.
I was shown into the room by a masked man. I’m pretty sure it was someone I knew, but I could barely see him. His scent was somehow familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I knew the scent from. Two other masked men were sitting on wooden chairs. In the middle of the space was a long, thin, low bench, covered with a silky black cloth. I didn’t like the look of it. It frightened me. I instinctively knew that something bad was lurking underneath. I stood, paralyzed, not daring to move…
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