Darkness seems to come from at you from all sides, and the air seems

unusually thick, almost weighing you down. Silence fills the air, and

every sound you make seems like some descration, as if demanding

something to take notice. A rotten door stands in your way to the

south, as the passage way continues east and west. Strange skittering

seems to bounce of the walls, ending in your ears like giant

footsteps.