Deep in the woods, several miles north from a barely used campsite and several miles underground, three friends trudged through ankle deep water and cursed at their dying flashlights. They whispered angrily at each other, fear making them lash out and jump at every shadow as they desperately tried to remember where the stairs were.
It had all been Reece's idea. He'd been hanging around his uncle too much - the one who likes to drink and remember old rumoured treasures from his childhood. One of those tall tales told of a mansion out in the woods full of the former owner's most treasured possessions.
As his uncle spun the story along, Reece became more and more determined to finish the old man's childhood dream of finding the legendary mansion and all the treasures it contained and with his own boyish enthusiasm he easily roped his two best friends into a trip they'd never forget.
It was eerily easy to find the old place, which unsettled them a little. If it was so close to a campsite, even if people rarely went there, there'd still be enough people around to have already gone into the old place and stolen whatever valuables they liked. So if it was still untouched after all these years, it begged the question
Why?
Even the front door was ajar enough that they could all squeeze through, immediately noting all the footprints around them and how muddy they seemed when it hadn't rained in the area for months. They stuffed a few gold candlesticks and fancy looking statues in their backpacks as they followed the footprints deeper and deeper, scarcely noting how stale the air was becoming.
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