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Two shadows slunk down an old deserted road. They turned off the road at an old moss-covered stone pillar and followed a barely visible path through ancient trees. A lonely tomb rose menacingly before them. The eerie mist clung to the gothic structure making it look lost in time.

"This is the place," said the first shadow, a man with an average build and wide fearful eyes. He turned to the second shadow, pushing back a hood to reveal the face of a once attractive woman, now shriveled and old. She looked to be over ninety years old with a cane, yet walked with the step of a once proud warrior. She stared at the tomb balancing on her cane.

"Open it," she instructed as she turned to the man.

"We really shouldn't be meddling with the dead," the man warned turning to the old woman in front of him.

"Really, Mr. Anderson, after all I've done for you," the woman scolded. "Are you forgetting the two very important reasons why you owe me." She then pulled out a small photograph, the picture was of him with two younger girls.

"You have beautiful daughters, Mr. Anderson," the woman said, dangling the photo in front of him. "Most people don't know what it's like being a single parent raising to kids, and managing to spend time with them. I do, and that's why I helped you. Now are you going to let your poor, sweet girls go hungry because you were too concerned about the dead to help out an old woman."

"No Ma'am," Mr. Anderson replied with a sigh, as he lowered his head.

"Good, now be a gentleman and open the tomb for me," the woman instructed.

"Alright," Mr. Anderson replied as he turned to the tomb. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."

Description
Two shadows slunk down an old deserted road. They turned off the road at an old moss-covered stone pillar and followed a barely visible path through ancient trees. A lonely tomb rose menacingly before them. The eerie mist clung to the gothic structure making it look lost in time.

"This is the place," said the first shadow, a man with an average build and wide fearful eyes. He turned to the second shadow, pushing back a hood to reveal the face of a once attractive woman, now shriveled and old. She looked to be over ninety years old with a cane, yet walked with the step of a once proud warrior. She stared at the tomb balancing on her cane.

"Open it," she instructed as she turned to the man.

"We really shouldn't be meddling with the dead," the man warned turning to the old woman in front of him.

"Really, Mr. Anderson, after all I've done for you," the woman scolded. "Are you forgetting the two very important reasons why you owe me." She then pulled out a small photograph, the picture was of him with two younger girls.

"You have beautiful daughters, Mr. Anderson," the woman said, dangling the photo in front of him. "Most people don't know what it's like being a single parent raising to kids, and managing to spend time with them. I do, and that's why I helped you. Now are you going to let your poor, sweet girls go hungry because you were too concerned about the dead to help out an old woman."

"No Ma'am," Mr. Anderson replied with a sigh, as he lowered his head.

"Good, now be a gentleman and open the tomb for me," the woman instructed.

"Alright," Mr. Anderson replied as he turned to the tomb. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."