Ancient laughter echoes
Through the mists of time
As the crypt is opened
When midnight starts to chime
The heavy door creaks open
Freeing spiders, bugs, and more
As suddenly a hand
Reaches out across the floor
The bony arm that follows
Bandaged loosely becomes free
But it’s the groan from within the crypt
That causes them to flee
Chancer, thief and vagabond
Thought riches within their grasp
But as the body steps forward
They can’t help themselves, but gasp
Hypnotised and frozen,
Rooted to the spot
One of them manages to say aloud
”You said we’d not get caught…”
Ancient laughter echoes
Around the vault once more
But where it contained one mummy
The crypt now oddly contains four
The Mansionic Perspective 
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