The house, though half-swallowed by the grass, was just visible enough to tempt them inside. A flickering light in the corner of the window reflecting the faint glimmer of gold only sealed their fate as they pushed past each other to reach the presumed treasure and lay claim to it first.
As they dropped down through the window they both choked on the thick layer of dust they'd disturbed, distracted enough that neither notice the golden light move just outside of the room. One they'd regained their breath they began to search, happily forgetting where they first saw the light, only remembering that it was somewhere nearby.
Such is the effect of certain spores, they fog the memory and set one goal in mind - onwards. And onwards they went, down staircase after staircase after staircase until all the could think about was the golden light nearby. Always nearby and just out of sight.
They never even felt the walls closing around them, pulverising their meat to allow the spores to further feed.
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