I don't remember who started it, but somehow that can room became Barlow's crypt. It seemed totally reasonable that the vampire could have been using it as his daytime resting place. My friend pulled me inside that room and shut us into total darkness, knowing that I'd be scared. He hugged me against his chest so tightly that even thirty years later it seems like I can feel now how it felt then. He swore that he'd protect me from Barlow and proceeded to kiss me at great length.
Oddly, we didn't do it again after that and we didn't ever speak of it to each other either. I probably would have continued to keep our secret even now, except for the fact that the boy who kissed me in Barlow's crypt died of a disease several years ago. I just learned about that recently and decided that I could share the secret now.
[The image is of the poster for the Spanish release of the film, for some reason called Phantasma II there; maybe it was packaged as a sequel to the Coscarelli film Phantasm?]