I had a bad feeling about this next chamber. I trust my instincts, and they'd obviously noticed something that I hadn't. I continued onwards, the other three members of my party behind me, until I heard a faint trickling.
No
Not again.
I looked down, and sure enough, there was a dark liquid running through a groove set into the floor. It was a thick, sticky liquid, and I didn't have to touch it in order to tell that. If I wasn't wrong, we were about to enter that horrid chamber where I'd toppled headfirst into a sarcophagus full of this disgusting liquid. The first time that we came here, it was just me and Cal, and back then I hadn't quite realised just how scared he could get. I learned the hard way.
I carried on, and sure enough, the passage we were in led to the small circular room, within which a sarcophagus filled to the brim with red liquid sat proudly. The first time we'd been here, I'd been scared of the thing. Not as scared as Cal, of course, who had spooked, knocked me, and shoved me headfirst into the stuff. I had to bathe for about an hour to get it all off me. Cal emerged from the passage and smiled at me sheepishly. He was obviously thinking about our last visit too.
The other two members of our party, Moose and Emrys, trailed along behind him. They probably thought we were weird for smiling at each other sheepishly, but I wasn't about to spend twenty minutes telling them why.
They both stared at the sarcophagus, obviously feeling its pull the way that Cal and I did the first time. I glanced at Cal before sighing and saying "Come on, grab them."
I grabbed a hold of Emrys while Cal shoved Moose towards the exit of the room. The sarcophagus held no appeal for us anymore, it had no hold over our thoughts. Even if I did glance back, just the once.