Mr. Ballin

And when they got there, a crew member pointed to an old stairwell set against a wall, signaling for Joseph to climb up the stairs.

Joseph hesitated, but only for a second.

Then he took a deep breath and slowly walked up the steps.

When he reached the top, he found himself standing in a dark, narrow hallway with a low ceiling that made him feel totally claustrophobic.

Joseph bent down, but it still felt like the ceiling was pressing in on him.

And as he walked down this hallway, shining his flashlight from side to side, it almost looked like the walls were closing in.

Joseph felt his chest tightening.

This place was cramped and pitch black, and even though he knew it was ridiculous, he had this feeling like he could get stuck here.

But finally, his light caught something at the end of the hallway.

It was a small door built into the wall ahead of him, and it looked just big enough for him to fit through.

Joseph reached the end of the hall and caught his breath.

Then he opened the door and squeezed through.

He stumbled forward and found himself inside of a cold, damp room that was only about four feet by six feet.

But unlike the hallway, it wasn't dark and stuffy.

Instead, sunlight flooded this room through two windows.

It was bright and the air was fresh.

Joseph flipped off his flashlight and began turning in a slow circle, surveying the room.

And halfway through the circle, he froze.

At this moment, Joseph knew he had been right for decades.

That grave robber, the king of ghouls, Rufus Cantrell, had lied.