The Black Heart Crypt

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“Zipper?” Zack’s voice echoed off a marble monument. “Where are you, boy?”

Finally, his dog barked a quick volley of yaps to let Zack know he was extremely busy.

Then Zack heard a deep, throaty rumble. The demon dog!

“Hang on, Zip! I’m coming!”

Zack swung around a concrete angel and raced over to a tomb the size of a small cabin—the biggest, darkest mausoleum in the whole Haddam Hill Cemetery. Its arched wooden doorway was sealed tight with a black heart-shaped lock. Even in the gloom of night, Zack could read the name carved into the stone slab over the entryway:

ICKLEBY

“Zipper?” No answer.

Zack trotted around the stone building, which sort of looked like a miniature church made out of gray Lego blocks.

“Zipper?”

He heard a weird whimper that sounded like a weary sheep bleat.

“Zip?”

His dog came padding around the corner of the blockhouse with a bewildered grin on his snout.

“The big black dog disappeared on you, didn’t he, boy?”

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