The rock rumbles into place slowly behind us, and I have to force myself not to look back.

“Hand me your stick” My partner Al says in a hushed tone.

I sigh and hand him the wooden stick.

“There’s no reason to whisper, it’s just us.” It’s almost like the world wants to curse us because in that moment we hear a mysterious clatter from a room far in the tomb.

“What was that?” Al says in not as brave of a tone.

“Probably just a rat. We need to keep going.” I say as I start down the first hallway. Al sighs and I hear him start to walk. Finally after a minute of fiddling around, Al gets my torch to light as well as his. It’s even worse with the light. The hallways are illuminated and I see paintings of death on the side of them. I feel a shiver roll up my spine.

“Wait” I hold up a hand to stop Al.

“What. We need to go, just like you said.” He says, obviously annoyed.

“Look closely at the floor up ahead” Both of our heads turn as soon as we see it.

“Trick tiles. Very clever.” We roll a big stone onto the tile and a dart that was unnoticeable before zips by, a mere 3 feet in front of our faces.

“That was close” Al whispers in a rushed tone.

“Come on. Let’s keep going.” We keep following our weird pattern of throwing rocks, inspecting floors, and creeping along the edges of the hallway.

IM TO LAZY TO FINISH AND I NEED TO DO MATH HW SO THATS IT