The glint of gold coins, reflecting the light of a fire. A pile of papers, with the words “See you in Hell” scrawled across them. A list of important dates, written in red ink. A box, filled with pills.
The sound of heavy footsteps in a dark room. The smell of damp stone. The feeling of a rough wall. The smell of rust, on a hammer. The sound of rusted metal, squeaking against stone. A man, covered in mud, digging through piles of dirt.
A pile of old photographs. An overflowing closet, with clothes spilling onto the floor. A garage, packed to the rafters with old tools and auto parts. A box full of old letters and cards, still sealed. A shoebox, filled with broken glass.
A pile of old, black-and-white photographs. A pile of bones, harvested from a human corpse. A pile of ancient tomes and scrolls, crumbling with age. A pile of jewels, and an empty jewelry box, with a bloody handprint on the inside of the lid.
A collection of coins, spilling out of a small wooden box. An old table, overflowing with books, with a single book on top, just barely keeping everything from falling onto the floor. A room filled with clothing, which has fallen from the closets and dressers. Little creatures, hiding in the shadows.