The tour guide was explaining how these catacombs were once used as dungeons where the king would house enemies of the state and the skeletal remains on display are the actual bones of some of the prisoners.
“Oh, if these bones could talk,” Becky heard an eerie voice say in a hushed whisper.
“Did you hear that?” she said to her twin brother.
“Hear what?” Ben asked.
“Never mind,” Becky said, guessing her sometimes overactive imagination was getting the best of her.
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