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A grey jar of ashes stood erect on the mahogany pedestal. The glow of the stand illuminated the entire ghastly structure. Engravings littered and dusted the walls; producing an eerie feeling of being in an ancient cave. Caricatures of people being tortured in disgusting and grisly ways helped create the illusion of being in the chambers of Hell itself. Shadows draped every nook and cranny in the vast mausoleum. The deep bass rumble of the clock's pendulum striking its inside walls could be heard throughout the chamber. Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock. The sound was maddening. Nearly to the point where any normal person would loose their last grip on sanity and fall into a fit of lunacy. Tick--Tock--Tick--Tick--Tock--Tock--Tick--Tick--Tock. The speed of the rhythm ever increasing. As the clock's pace increases the shadow's mileage began to diminish, leaving only the arachnids to their vampiric way of sustenance. Feeding off the life of the other insects. A figure wrapped in a black velvet coat advanced cautiously to a rose coloured entryway. The door opened gently into a sacrificial dorm. The shade pulled a dirk out of its sheath.

       "Which one to choose?" the figure muttered seductively to itself. Looking at a wall shaped like what could be called a makeshift morgue. Numbers were written on the drawers; in order “Seven to one” The smell of rotting corpses choked what was left of the dying air. A drawer slowly pulls open to reveal a severed woman's body in all its gory glory.

       "Perfect!" exclaimed the outline. Gusts of air like God's breath poured out in torrents as the door shut tight. "A night of ecstasy waits" could now be visibly seen on the exterior of the door.

        Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock. The clock continued on with its miserable chime. The only sound produced in the tomb of the embalmed. A grey jar of ashes stood limply on the mahogany pedestal. Forever to remain alone in it's sepulchre.

Description
A grey jar of ashes stood erect on the mahogany pedestal. The glow of the stand illuminated the entire ghastly structure. Engravings littered and dusted the walls; producing an eerie feeling of being in an ancient cave. Caricatures of people being tortured in disgusting and grisly ways helped create the illusion of being in the chambers of Hell itself. Shadows draped every nook and cranny in the vast mausoleum. The deep bass rumble of the clock's pendulum striking its inside walls could be heard throughout the chamber. Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock. The sound was maddening. Nearly to the point where any normal person would loose their last grip on sanity and fall into a fit of lunacy. Tick--Tock--Tick--Tick--Tock--Tock--Tick--Tick--Tock. The speed of the rhythm ever increasing. As the clock's pace increases the shadow's mileage began to diminish, leaving only the arachnids to their vampiric way of sustenance. Feeding off the life of the other insects. A figure wrapped in a black velvet coat advanced cautiously to a rose coloured entryway. The door opened gently into a sacrificial dorm. The shade pulled a dirk out of its sheath.

       "Which one to choose?" the figure muttered seductively to itself. Looking at a wall shaped like what could be called a makeshift morgue. Numbers were written on the drawers; in order “Seven to one” The smell of rotting corpses choked what was left of the dying air. A drawer slowly pulls open to reveal a severed woman's body in all its gory glory.

       "Perfect!" exclaimed the outline. Gusts of air like God's breath poured out in torrents as the door shut tight. "A night of ecstasy waits" could now be visibly seen on the exterior of the door.

        Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock--Tick--Tock. The clock continued on with its miserable chime. The only sound produced in the tomb of the embalmed. A grey jar of ashes stood limply on the mahogany pedestal. Forever to remain alone in it's sepulchre.