By Laura Gallagher O Toole
The graveyard lay beside an old abandoned church. Tall yew trees grew around the edges. The moon came out from behind a cloud and I saw that most of the headstones were broken. The grass was overgrown and unkempt. The moon
light cast erryie shadows. The night was dry and cold. I walked slowly along the overgrown path. Peering at the fallen headstones. I tried to make out some of the lettering but the words were so faded, I couldn’t make them out.
I walked slowly towards the end wall of the graveyard. Suddenly I heard a scraping, sound to my left. In the corner stood a very large headstone. I walked towards the scraping sound. It came from the large headstone. When I reached the spot, I realised there was some stone steps leading down into the ground at the side of the large headstone. The noise was getting louder. I wished I had a torch with me. I made my way slowly down the stone steps. The air was cold and dank. I crept slowly forward. I was in a large chamber and there was several passages ways leading off of it. A faint light came from one passage way. The scraping noise was very clear, now slowly I moved forward. Inching my way towards the light. To my amazement I saw two men scraping at a large ernate stone casket. I put my hand over my hand over my mouth to stiflethe gasp of surprise. The men continued scraping the lid off the casket. They then dragged the lid open. One man put his hand into the casket and drew out a large chalice, he wiped the dust off it with his sleeve of his jumper. By the light of the torches I could see the gleam of gold.
I guessed the casket must have belonged to a priest or bishop and that the beautiful chalice was buried with him. The man put the chalice in a black plastic bag. The men picked up their torches and moved towards the doorway. My
heart was beating loud and fast as I slipped into a nearby passage. The two men walked the opening and I stood very still hardly daring to breath.
After a few minutes I made my way towards the entry. When I came out of the graveyard, the moon shone brightly in a cloudless sky, I wondered what to do, should I tell the police or not? Who would believe that someone was robbing
a grave in the old church yard.
The graveyard lay beside an old abandoned church. Tall yew trees grew around the edges. The moon came out from behind a cloud and I saw that most of the headstones were broken. The grass was overgrown and unkempt. The moon
light cast erryie shadows. The night was dry and cold. I walked slowly along the overgrown path. Peering at the fallen headstones. I tried to make out some of the lettering but the words were so faded, I couldn’t make them out.
I walked slowly towards the end wall of the graveyard. Suddenly I heard a scraping, sound to my left. In the corner stood a very large headstone. I walked towards the scraping sound. It came from the large headstone. When I reached the spot, I realised there was some stone steps leading down into the ground at the side of the large headstone. The noise was getting louder. I wished I had a torch with me. I made my way slowly down the stone steps. The air was cold and dank. I crept slowly forward. I was in a large chamber and there was several passages ways leading off of it. A faint light came from one passage way. The scraping noise was very clear, now slowly I moved forward. Inching my way towards the light. To my amazement I saw two men scraping at a large ernate stone casket. I put my hand over my hand over my mouth to stiflethe gasp of surprise. The men continued scraping the lid off the casket. They then dragged the lid open. One man put his hand into the casket and drew out a large chalice, he wiped the dust off it with his sleeve of his jumper. By the light of the torches I could see the gleam of gold.
I guessed the casket must have belonged to a priest or bishop and that the beautiful chalice was buried with him. The man put the chalice in a black plastic bag. The men picked up their torches and moved towards the doorway. My
heart was beating loud and fast as I slipped into a nearby passage. The two men walked the opening and I stood very still hardly daring to breath.
After a few minutes I made my way towards the entry. When I came out of the graveyard, the moon shone brightly in a cloudless sky, I wondered what to do, should I tell the police or not? Who would believe that someone was robbing
a grave in the old church yard.
