Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20131018033943/@comment-11457306-20131018235023

I was on kind of a big porch, but the stone was very rough--very broken. I had to slow down. When I did, I saw bones from some poor sod who'd died there. I picked up a big thigh bone and kept going, down some broken steps and into the darkness, heedless of what might lay before me--because I knew what was behind me. I heard them hit the door and I hobbled faster. In spite of my fear, I could only do so much in the shape I was in.