Shadowgate

The door creaks open, you emerge into a room filled with sarcophagi. The walls are wooded and damp; you cover your nose as the stench of decay infiltrates your nostrils. All the lids are open or missing, save for one in the far right corner propped up against the wall.

The room makes you feel extremely uncomfortable, you hold your torch out in front of you, through the cracks in the walls you see row upon row of more tombs. Dark green ooze carpets the mossy floor.