As the door was pushed ajar he was hit by the musty smell of the stale air inside, he gagged twice before running back a bit and covering his nose with the collar of his shirt. the place he had tried to enter was an abandoned house.

Tis house was old and had stone walls merely painted over to disguise them, it had belonged to a doctor 30 or so years ago but since then no one had taken care of the plot of land surrounding it, quickly turning it into an untamed forest.

As any abandoned place some had come here to do idiotic things, from throwing stones at the windows to hiding inside and drinking  or smoking.

Mark had never visited this place before even though he lived relatively close to it, so this was his first time here.

The inside reeked of trash and rotting fruit, and the floor was lined with empty bottles and cigarette butts from previous visitors.

he entered the room slowly taking in every detail of the place around him,the few pieces of furniture, the tables, the broken chairs and lastly the counters: covered by small medicine bottles, from when the old doctor was still alive and gave consultations at home.

this was the reason why he had come here, Mark had always enjoyed the look of some old pieces, little things he liked to collect, and medicine bottles were one of them (what? they are empty. he doesn't want them to get high or something)

he carefully walked through the moldy wooden planks, taking in account where the rotten wood might give in.

he slowly filled a plastic bag that he had brought with every medicine bottle he could find, some inside the cupboards others spread over the table tops.

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he slowly put down the half full bag as he looked over the room some more, which paid off as he noticed another small stash hidden behind the desk to which he quickly jumped over to.

this were even better looking than the ones he had found before, with some twirling in spirals and other neatly designed effects.

once he had them all stowed in his bag he stood up and swung over his shoulder.

*crack*

- Fuck, don't tell me one of the bottles brok…

*chtronk*

- AAAaaaaa…

the sound he had heard was not of a bottle breaking but that of a floor board and now he was falling towards the basement.

he fell almost completely straight, slamming both his feet against the solid stone and falling to his knees and to the side.

- ouch,ouch,ouch, ow this hurts like a … uhhhhh.

he let go of the bag and  tried massaging his tortured feet  and standing up to look around at this new room.

to his right there was a small wooden ladder screwed into the wall leading up and to his left a  collapsed wall with a giant hole in it, and finally before him a large workbench along with a dusty wooden ark.

he slowly walked towards the wooden ark and opened it, inside there were a bunch of old coins covered in a bit of green rust, some more bottles (these ones full) and two silver rings, one marked with a lizard on the otherwise smooth top and the other  carved to resemble a pair of hands clutching an orange gem that glittered between the thin fingers.

after pocketing the items he turned to the crumbled wall.

Now that he looked at it from another angle he could see a large crack wide enough for two people to walk past… a tunnel he realised.

Hesitantly, he walked to it slowly examening the walls that  seemed too well shaped to be natural yet still rough enough that no tool semed to have been used.

*eyandka; tu x amg do Rock* a crouched figure that looked like “the Predator” yelled quickly before waving and standing up using only his legs.

“what the fuck did i get myself into?” mark asked to no one in particular.