Doctor Who: Series 1: Episode 1 of 10: The Crypt

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It was silent that night. The twinkling stars were scattered above like crystals on a jet black canvas. Below, bathed in a light blue moonlit glow was the Crypt.
No one really knew anything about the Crypt. No one knew who was inside, who built it and when it was built, it has just always been there for as long as anyone could remember. No one really cared. No one, apart from Michael and Robbie.
"Mike! Stop it, you're going to break the entrance!"
Mike snorted.
"So?"
He picked up his father's sledgehammer and continued to pound away at the large, filled in stone entrance. Suddenly, it collapsed inwards. It was just a cheap, thin wall of cement and rock, probably put in by the council many moons ago to stop intruders. Pulling away bits of rock, he managed to make a hole small enough for himself and Robbie to crawl through. Mike cursed under his breath as he ripped a small hole in his jeans and grazed his knee. He finally got inside, Rob right behind him.
"Get the sledgehammer, will you Rob?"
Robbie sighed, reached his arm back through and pulled out the sledgehammer.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"One...two...three!"
Mike charged towards the entrance to the room where the tomb was contained and thwacked the hammer against the steel entrance. He popped his head through the hole.
"Woah, Robbie, take a look at this!"
Inside, glowing in the soft blue light shining through the hole was a large, chipped marble tomb on a raised platform. Four candles were placed on the corners, sat on long, black candlestick holders. The sticks themselves were a kind of maroon colour. They were half melted, and dried wax was dripping from the end. Along the bumpy walls, ivy was strung like hanging garlands. Mike pushed pieces of rock away with his dirty, blackened hands and climbed in. He stood there for a few moments in awe, before moving towards the tomb. On it, engraved in large letters was:

Rob climbed in and looked it at too.
"What does it mean?"
"Ullus vir quisnam penetro is tumbus, must temerarius is maximus scriptor. Illi quisnam vendo bestia intus, mos nam persolvo pro illic malum sin."
Suddenly, a large gust of wind blew through the tomb.
"I don't like it here," announced Mike, "We should go."
Rob just squeaked, barely able to make a sound.
"What is it?"
Mike suddenly drew his hand that had been resting on the tomb back sharply. The lid had moved unexpectedly. Emerging from the tomb was a pallid faced man with dark rings around his gazing eyes. He wore a long, flowing opera cloak and a tall top hat.
"I am the Lord of the Gales," the phantom hissed, "And tonight is my uprising!"

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