ELEVEN
Gale said, “What, what do you mean it’s empty? You can see in it?”
Marie stood next to Baron and peered into the sarcophagus. “He’s right, nobody is in here, but it does look like somebody had been in it. There’s fresh dirt lining the bottom.”
“I believe it is probably Carmilla’s native soil. They can only survive resting in their native soil.” The general began to move his torch around the room to be sure there were no vampires in hiding.
“Okay, that’s creepy and a little hard to believe. Who would have brought the native soil, and where did it come from?” Gale moved closer to Tim but kept her back to the coffin to be sure she was ready to defend herself.
Harry began to run the soil through his fingers and then placed a palm full into a plastic bag he retrieved from his jacket
