You, my dear, inspire me.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, a rustling startles you. You raise your torch, fearful of the creatures rumoured to dwell here.
You've heard...those stories, the ones of monstrous beings who come out after dusk. Of mythical creations, and things beyond mere mortals' imaginations or nightmares. You thought they were nonsense, but still you are wary. It's no stretch of the imagination that an unsavory stranger lurk here.
But no, there's nothing of interest. Crumbling walls, decaying furniture, and the odd patch of dirt here and there. A cracked statue of some sort of snake to the right, a headless bust to the left.
Scoffing at your jumpiness, you move on. You know better than to believe those stupid stories.
You never see the glowing eyes that follow your every step, watching, waiting.
Watch your ssstep...