Karl had been a good man who gave no thought to death. Why save money for grave rent when the bierstube offered drink and song?
Now twelve years dead, Karl’s skeleton would see the sun again, waiting in scraps of his best suit until decapitated. His skull would be bleached, painted and displayed in the beinhaus, his other bones cast into the depths of the lake.
Ermatrude took her husband’s remains from the churchyard up the mountain to the ancient cemetery, a final act of devotion. She buried Karl among pagan Celts who’d left their dead undisturbed for all time.
A/N: Hallstatt, Austria was the center of Celtic culture for centuries. The lake is mysterious and wonderful; the town, beautiful, yet the Bone House is one of the creepiest places I’ve ever seen.
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