2023-11-16 15:49:26
Piérard is pulled from his reverie by a passing carriage. The forty-year-old digger is not reassured. He must bring down a consecrated building, the Saint-Jacques chapel, and that can’t bode well. Since September 19, 1850 and the decision of the municipal council to raze the building, they have been busy together organizing its destruction. Today, there is almost nothing left. A few sections of walls, a piece of roof on which these crows of misfortune land and, often scattered on the ground, pieces of stained glass window shining in the darkness. The few adjoining tombs are still there. These souls are not rested as they should be. But the workers have nothing to do with it.
For several weeks now, Piérard, who never stops smoking cigarettes, had felt the weight of this leaden screed. Each swing of the pickaxe seemed to bring them closer to something… disturbing. Today, we have to dig once more. Pierard is already sweating. It’s fear that speaks and tenses him. Something serious is happening. But Piérard fights once morest this irrational feeling which assail him. On the surface, his colleagues seem to have all left. He is alone, there, in the excavation, digging. One blow, then 2, then 3. The pickaxe falls to the ground as the executioner slices the necks. Until… In a blow more important than the others, Piérard hits a hard surface. Very quickly, he panics. What might be hidden in the choir of a chapel?
Quickly, the workers clear away. Piérard, glued to the ground, waits. His spine is erect under the effect of the terrible fear he feels. In front of them are 5 cavities reminiscent of tombs. The shattered boards reveal bones on which there is no longer any flesh. The worker trembles like a leaf. The skeletons, at heart level, are immobilized by iron stakes as large as a sword.. Pierard is far from stupid. He knows the signs. The skulls facing the East and the stakes in the heart make it disappear into the mist. Its howls shake the branches and make the crows take off: “Vampires, vampires…“. The myth of the Farciennes vampires was born.
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