You walk slowly inside of the mausoleum, brushing at the spider webs that stick in your hair. It's very cold in here. Deathly cold. You shudder, and begin to back towards the door. Maybe you.. DIDN'T really want to come in here. But as you take one step backwards, the solid stone door slams shut behind you. You whip around, and pound your fists and body against the door, trying to get it to open. Suddenly, your mind realizes that this isn't going to work, and you whip back around the face the rest of the mausoleum. Seeing nothing in the darkness, you try to make your eyes adjust. All of a sudden, light flares on the other side of the mausoleum from you. You squint your eyes in the sudden light, and try to pear around you a little. Nothing.. not even a coffin. This is a bare room. However, there is a hallway straight in front of you... where the light is coming from. It's torchlight from the looks of it, fire at least. You take a weary step forward, and strain your senses for some sound. Hearing nothing, you creep up to the hall way and peer deeper into. It goes down.... it's a stairwell. Do you take it? Why not... you're trapped in this cold cesspit and rather than just sitting here, you may as well try to find another way out.
You slowly creep down the stairs, noticing that the torches in front of you on the walls keep flaring to life just before you get to them. Not sure how to take that, you look around for trip wires of some kind. Not finding any, your mind puts it off as normal, even though it's anything BUT normal. The mind is a Wonderful Thing.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you look around. Catacombs. That's the only word you know of that could describe this place. The walls are imbedded with pallets with resting corpses piled upon them. Sometimes there is only one skeleton on a stone bed, and sometimes there looks to be an entire family. Morbidly curious, you wander through the halls, reading the legible name plates on some of the stone beds, and passing by the rest.
Without realizing it, you had actually traveled downwards again. The beginning on the catacombs are around the corner from the hallway you are in now, and you've run out of graves. Looking up from one especially complicated name plate, you look around a blink. 'Blue fire?' You think to yourself. The torches on the walls no longer contain a normal red/orange flame like you are used to. No, now they are very, very blue. Tilting your head curiously to the side, you suddenly see a door in the blank wall in front of you. Not realizing that it had been there before, you creep towards it. Curious again takes over your better judgement, and you try to open the door. Weed scratches on Stone, and the door moves just a little. Glareing at the door, your put your back into it, and it finally pops open with a horrid screech of steel hinges and age old dust.
Peering into the opening, you see another corridor. Do you continue?
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