Story+start+-+Howl...

__**Howl....**__

Who would have thought such a small creature could have made such noise? Valiantly I struggled on, clearing a path through the teeming throng of tiny people as they rushed frantically away from the entrance to the temple.

‘Turn back,’ they cried. ‘Turn back before it is too late!’ But I had no choice. I had to press on into the gloomy stillness, the lives of too many were depending on the success of my mission.

Strangely, the inside seemed peaceful after the panic and confusion of the outside. I stood quietly, adjusting to the semi darkness and listening carefully for any sound that would reveal the whereabouts of my foe. All was quiet... Too quiet! I waited.

After what seemed to be a very long time, but in reality might only have been a few minutes, I crept forward, picking a careful path between the tumble of chairs and the prayer books scattered by the tiny people in their fearful flight. Not a sound did I make, as I approached the doors to the crypt at the back of the temple. My hand was resting on the giant iron handle when through the vaulted ceiling echoed the demented scream of a tortured spirit, rippling and bursting from the shadowed depths of the towering bell tower. It was the cry of the Mangee... the haunted howl of death.