you slowly open the door and see a grave yard and a single person
stands in the center and says "Three hundred years ago a poor
king and his wife move here ,as the last part of there kingdom had
been attacked and there was no were from here to run."You stare
in aww.He coninues "they wanted a son to carry on the kindome but
only had girl after girl soon they started killing them in there
insanitey to have a sun...soon haunting fiugures were always in the
hall and one day the old kink found his wife dead and in sorrow killed
himself.I am him and now three hundred years later I regret that and
am only here to help you.