John, Paul and Ringo stepped through the huge metal gates that guarded the cemetery. Cold slabs of eroding stone marked silent resting places, each one engraved with an incomprehensible message covered in lichen and frost. It was pitch black and the only light came from their torches - a soft, yellow glow that guided them along the path.

They walked quietly. The cemetery that was drenched in silence - the only sound was the rhythmical tapping of their Beatle-boots on the cold path.

"Where do you think Geo is?" Ringo asked hesitantly. He didn't want to admit how terrified he was.

"Don't know," Replied John, "but we need to find him before three." He glanced at his watch. "It's quarter-to now."

Paul gasped loudly as he stepped in something sticky on the stone floor. "Ugh! I just stood in something!" He exclaimed, shining his torch to see what he had trodden on. He expected to see a pile of dog mess all over his beautiful shiny shoes, but instead his boots were splattered with a thin layer of oozing slime.

Paul made some dramatic vomiting noises and shook his foot, trying to get the goo off.

"Stop being so dramatic Paul," Complained John, rolling his eyes, "It's probably just some spilt juice or something."

"It's not though, is it?" Snapped Paul, directing the torch at the sticky puddle of slime. "Someone's only gone and trodden the stuff all over the path!"

The goo was splattered across the stone in obvious footprint shapes as if someone had been dripping with it as they walked.

"Umm... that's kind of creepy, isn't it?" Asked Ringo, studying the slime, "Creepy footprints splattered all over a path in a cemetery?"

Paul considered it for a second and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. It is creepy. And if we want to find Geo, I vote we follow the creepiness."

John snorted. "What a great idea!" He commented sarcastically. "But at least creepiness is actually a word."

Paul glared at him. "It is a good idea; because following the creepiness will lead us to the creepiness that took George!"

John just snorted in response but followed Paul as he tried to find the source of the footprints. The gooey marks led along the path towards a crumbling, tiny mausoleum, covered in thick branches of dry ivy that wound its way up the stone like a snake constricting its prey.

John apprehensively shone his torch on it. "There is no way you are getting me to go in there." He said stubbornly, and turned on his heel and started to walk away.

"Oh no, you don't!" Exclaimed Paul and grabbed his bandmate by the ear, dragging him back towards the tomb.

"Paul!" Yelled John, clawing angrily as the bassist's hand, "Gerroff me!"

"No!" Paul retorted, waggling a finger at him like an irritated mother. "We are going in there, and we are going to find George. Understood?"

John didn't say anything.

"Lennon!" Paul snapped. "Understood, or not?"

"Yes, Paul." Grumbled John moodily and slapped Paul's hand away from his ear.

Ringo started to fumble around with the heavy padlock on the door of the mausoleum, glad that it wasn't locked. He tried to take it off the chain, but his hands were shaking too much and were almost numb with cold.

"Out of the way, peasant!" Paul marched forwards and was about to grab the lock when there was a yell from behind them.

Ringo looked behind him, astonished, to see John running towards them brandishing his torch like a sword and screaming dementedly.

"INCOMING!" He yelled, and Ringo and Paul dodged frantically out of the way as John brought the torch down violently onto the lock. The torch shattered immediately and the lock fell to the floor with a loud clunk.

John turned to his friends with a look of triumph on his face.

"It wasn't locked, you idiot!" Screamed Paul, wiping the smirk off John's face. "You just destroyed one of our two torches for absolutely no bloody reason!"

"Didn't realise it wasn't locked." John admitted, scratching the side of his head.

"You didn't actually think a torch would break a massive metal lock in half, did you?"

John shrugged. "Ah well. Let's find Geo, shall we?" He glanced at his watch. "Damn it! We only have five minutes!" As he said this, there was a bloodcurdling shriek from somewhere amongst the trees.

"Wha... what was that?" Whispered Ringo, starting to shake again.

John opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but the scream came again. Closer.

"Ringo. John." Paul murmured, trying to keep his voice steady. "Get inside the mausoleum. Right now."

"I told you, I'm not going into that bloody thing!" Snapped John, just as two beady red eyes appeared in the darkness. The beast that belonged to them snarled viciously and began to sprint towards them, claws clattering on the cold stone path.

"GET IN, GET IN, GET IN!" Yelled Paul frantically, opening the door wider and practically dragging his bandmates inside.

He slammed the door and there was a heavy thud as the creature slammed against it. Paul slid the metal bolt across the door, locking the monster out. Ringo could hear it pacing up and down outside, snarling and panting heavily.

"What the hell was that?" John blurted, staring wildly at the door and imagining what would have happened if the animal, or whatever it was, had caught them.

"I don't know." Paul replied and turned around, shining his torch into the gloom.

The soft yellow light illuminated an enormous set of stone stairs, winding down into the darkness. The oozing footprints led downwards and Paul took a hesitant step to follow them.

"Uh... where are you going?" Ringo asked nervously. The last thing he wanted to do was head down there.

Paul turned to him and his brown eyes met Ringo's blue ones.

"I am going to look for George." He said calmly, holding the drummer's shaky gaze. "He is somewhere down there. And we are going to find him."

Ringo took a deep breath and nodded.

"Alright then."

John rolled his eyes and trudged down the stairs, closely followed by Paul. "Bloody 'ell." He murmured as he realised quite how far down the stairs led.

Ringo shuddered glanced at the door to that led out into the cemetery. It was silent outside and there was no sign of the creature that had attacked them before.

Sighing, he took a final glance at the thin slither of moonlight creeping in from under the door. Then he turned and followed the others into the darkness.