Every thing has balnce...or so they told me. they were very old... so old that there nails had grew long and dull brown, so old that there hair grew white and touched the ground. they scared me, there faces and lost all personality and they were just life less vesels put here to torment me for my wrong doing. when they spoke there voice crakeld and sounded as if they had not a drop of water in years... there breath was like a think musk that you would find early in the morning by a river.... "carpe Dium" is what they mutterd to me. carpe dium.... size the day.... I looked at them all hunched over as if they bore a great burden and noded. every thing went hazy and I awoke in the crypt, the valuables I had stolen from the grave were still in the back. I was upfront of the door but I could not bring my self to leave....or maybe they would not let me... maybe they were still here holding me to this cursed place. I layed there in that place for what seemed like and endless amount of time, untill I herd something. it was a terrible noise it sounded like steal scraping on the inside of my head. then the door shut.

just something else I have been tinkering with.... yup....