the more you think of the nightmares the colder it seems to get, the images only staying in your head for a second, the fear seemingly starting to pulled away, put to the side of your mind, another buzz of your torch, the dark swallowing everything again as it fades, a large gush of wind, feeling something bush against you before a low pitched laugh was heard, echoing along the corridoor, when your light came back on, everything was differint, the corridor was gone, being in a large square room, four statues, one in each corner, depicting robed people holding plates of offerings to the center of the room, just where you were standing, a strange runic sysmbol glowing yellow under your feet, and the same one on the roof above you