“Dude! I can’t believe we’re getting away with this!”

The four teenage boys knelt in front of the stone block in the floor, adrenaline kicking in.

Their excited whispers reverberated through the small church.

One of them picked up the crowbar lying at his side, and handed it to the one in front.

Their whispers stopped as they anticipated what sort of discoveries they would find in this ancient tomb.

The one with the crowbar struggled to lift the heavy stone tablet, but gradually, all four were able to grab hold of the rough edge. Their combined forces finally ungrounded the rock cover, and left a dark, gaping hole in the floor.

“Woah…”

All four of the boys leaned in, trying to peer into the pure darkness.

Suddenly, a bright light erupted from the hole, and a neon sign at the bottom of the grave read, ‘Thoust art curst!’

Then a chandelier crashed upon the four boys, knocking them into the hole, and the top lifted itself back onto the grave, locking the screaming boys away forever.