This photo, tho… Am I write? Heh. Puns are the best. Seriously, tho. Decrepit walls; a decaying stairwell; shadows so thick their darkness is cold to the touch…and the incessant, frantic pecking of keys telling a story so vile the words yellow and stiffen the pages to brittle, scratchy sheets that smell of ink and age. They lie scattered over the rotting wooden casket of the floor below, blanketing the dead under it with a sick telling of their demise; a story told through the eyes of the sadistic villain who buried them there. -Clack- clackclack-clack -clackclack- clackclack… -z