Chapitre 17: Chapter 17: Ghosts & Witches

Mary-Allison Flagstone

What is this place? From what I can tell, the tunnel opens to what must have been once a beautiful temple. Like the language scribbled on the walls in the cave, similar words cover what remains of the temple.

The architecture isn’t in much better shape than any other structure on the island. A wind blows from the entrance, pushing me forward. Flames hop from one candle to the next, filling the room with dancing shadows. I turn my flashlight off, enough light guides me now.

Most of the candles lighting the room stack behind an altar. A strange book sits on the stand. Walking forward, the voices return. Except, this time, I understand them. Words on the walls move like snakes, but I can interpret them.

The words make no sense on their own but tied with others makes everything clear. Even if I can’t understand their meaning, I can read them in my mind. Under my breath, I whisper what can only be described as incantations.